Filho Pródigo
Shirley Carvalhaes
Prodigal Son
In the corner of the so dusty room
My word
I looked at your lips, seeking praises
Silence and nothing more, nothing more
One day I saw you on your knees and thought to myself
You'll call me father, ask me for shelter
But no
Call me father again, I'll carry you in my arms
Dry your tears, my prodigal son
Come back home
I want you just like that, in a single embrace
I forgive you and treat you
Oh! How I understand you and for you
What I wouldn't do, what I wouldn't do
