Meu Pai

Tired of the struggle and bumps of life
Aching longing hit hard
I remembered my father at our farm
My old man, I can't go without seeing you

I arrived early at the wire fence
I saw a swarm of bees rise
On the old post of the roadside
The smell of Jataí honey exuded
Beating the dew of the tall pasture
I gathered courage, I went down to the ranch
I shouted in the yard, no one in the hut
In the field of the farm, my Old Man I saw

Following the firebreak, I went up the trail
In the cornfield, I entered slowly
The Sun at that time showed its shine
My father, it's your son, I came to hug you
The Old Man took off his hat
And looking at the sky, he started to cry
Saying, my son, what clean clothes
Don't rub on mine, so you don't get dirty

From the Old Man's chest, sweat ran
It almost looked like a little spring
My son, the water is in the grove
I brought it early today, the full gourd
Even my lunch is already separated
It's hanging on the branch of the little arvinha
I made it early this morning
Rice and beans, dried meat with flour

By his words, I already understood
And didn't even ask, Mom, where are you?
In the Old Man's clothes, tiny guaxuma
And the calloused hands like jatobá
And he told me at that moment
Where will you land when you leave?
Dad, I'm already going, don't be upset
Before it gets dark, I need to go back

I kissed the face of my beloved father
Sultan followed into the field
I also left crying in hiding
My dear Old Man, I love you so much