Homem da Casa

Son, forgive your father
Once again that I'm far away, I'll miss the parent-teacher meeting
Son, but be sure
That the sacrifice of distance is to not let the bread be missing on the table

This is the time when the father cries and the son doesn't see
Every kilometer driven accumulates the longing I have for you
But, God willing, I'll be there soon and hug you

In my absence
You are the man of the house
Take care of your mother
While I'm on the road
In my absence
Be obedient
Do your part and I'll do mine, and God takes care of us
And God takes care of us
And God takes care of us