Fim de Tarde No Portão

Late afternoon at the gate
The white head in the open air
Stubbornness of passion
Makes hope reborn from ashes

On the road, his gaze
Looking for a familiar figure
He waits to embrace one day
Who they said was already lost

His love is so strong
More than hell and death
They are torrents that break the ground
Easier to dry up the seas
Extinguish the Antares star
Than to tear the love from his heart
Late afternoon leans on the gate

But one day it happened
And the young man returned as a beggar
The father quickly ran
And embraced his beloved son

Bring clothes and the ring
Quickly put shoes on his feet, miracle!
Wine from the best barrel
So much joy in me can't contain

His love is so strong
Late afternoon, the gate is deserted