O Filho Que Eu Quero Ter

It's common for us to dream, I know, when the evening comes
Because I also started dreaming a beautiful dream to die for
I see a cradle and I lean over it with tears running down my face
And crying while rocking the son I want to have
Sleep, my little one, sleep as the night is coming
Your father is very lonely from so much love he has

Suddenly I see him turn into a boy just like me
Who comes running to kiss me when I come back from where I came
A boy always asking me a never-ending why
A son who I only want good for and to whom I only say yes
Sleep, mischievous boy, sleep as life is coming
Your father is very tired from so much pain he has

When life finally wants to take me for all it gave me
Feeling its beard brushing against me in its final kiss
And also feeling its hand covering my eyes from yours
Hearing its voice lulling me in a farewell lullaby
Sleep, my carefree father, sleep as the evening comes
Your son dreams awake, of the son he wants to have