Reciclagem

I left home very early
The rags in my bag
Embroidered shirt in my pocket
In my right hand the guitar
June was beginning
The gray sky announced winter
The chest empty of everything
And the suitcase full of motherly love

My companion
Who leaves home and falls in life
With the beatings of all these years
I became older than my old father

The gardens of the big house
The locks left behind
Today, after some time
I know it stayed much more
It remained a sense of life
A philosophy, a reason to be
That age prevented from being seen
And today is the very reason to live

My companion
Who leaves home and falls in life
With the beatings of all these years
I became older than my old father

Fashion in the city is big
The fear that is also big
The rush of the bounced check
The balance didn't have and doesn't have
The values brought from the land
Facing the gates of 'can or cannot'
The false strength of a credit card
Instead of a handshake

My companion
Who leaves home and falls in life
With the beatings of all these years
I became older than my old father