No Dia Em Que Eu Vim-me Embora

On the day I left
My mother cried in pain
My sister cried in sorrow
And I didn't even look back
On the day I left
There was nothing more to it

Leather suitcase lined
With strong khaki fabric
My grandma almost dead
My mother at the door
My sister down the street
And my father all the way to the port

Who didn't say a word
Throughout the journey
And when I found myself alone
I realized I understood nothing
Not why I was leaving
Nor the dreams I dreamed
I only felt that the suitcase
I was carrying, though lined
Smelled bad, stank

Besides that, I was going, crossing, moving on
Neither crying nor smiling
Alone to the Capital
Neither crying nor smiling
Alone to the Capital
Alone to the Capital
Alone to the Capital
Alone to the Capital