História da Minha Vida

Let me tell you all what I've been through in life
Since I was a kid when I lost my dad
We lived out in the sticks, it was just me
I was only twelve when my father passed away

My poor mom almost died from crying
Back then as a kid, I started to work
When the sun came up, I was already in the fields
By lunchtime, I was soaked with sweat

But then my mom
Decided to get married
We were left behind
Everything was sad and we cried

The day she married, it reminded me of my dad
My heart was aching, I couldn't say a word
The bastard who took our mom from us
Left five of us here, all alone in the sticks

I pray to God to help me in this sad loneliness
I work alone to take care of my siblings
Holy Virgin up in heaven, kind and good
Take good care of our mom, 'cause we miss her so much