Couro de Boi

I know an old saying, which is from the time of the zagaia
They say that a father treats ten children, ten children do not treat a father
Feeling the weight of years without being able to work anymore
The old man, a road laborer, went to live with his son
The boy was married and the woman started to get involved
You send the old man away if you don't want me to go
And the boy, with a hard heart, went to talk to his old man

For you to move, my father, I came to ask you
Today, here in my house, you have to leave
Take this cowhide I just tanned
To serve as a blanket for you to sleep in

The poor old man, silent, took the leather and left
His eight-year-old grandson, who witnessed that scene
He ran after his grandfather, his jacket shook
Half of that leather, crying, he asked

The old man, moved, so as not to see his grandson crying
He split the leather in half and gave it to his grandson
The boy arrived home, his father asked him
What do you want this leather that your grandfather was taking?

The boy said to his father: One day I will get married
You will grow old and live with me
It may happen that we don't match
I'll give this half of the leather to you to take