O Filho Que Eu Quero Ter

It's common for us to dream, I know
When the evening comes
Because I also started to dream
A beautiful dream to die for.

I see a cradle and I lean over it
With tears running down my face.
And crying like this, I'll cherish
The son I want to have.

Sleep my little one,
Sleep, night is coming.
Your father is very lonely
From so much love he has.

Suddenly I see him transform
Into a boy just like me
Who comes running to kiss me
When I return from where I came.

A boy always asking me
A never-ending why.
A son whom I only want good for
And to whom I only say yes.

Sleep, mischievous boy,
Sleep, life is coming.
Your father is very tired
From so much pain he has.

When life finally wants to take me
For all that it gave me
Feeling its beard brushing against me
In its final kiss.

And feeling its hand also covering
My gaze from its eyes
Hearing its voice and being rocked
In a lullaby of farewell...

Sleep, my father, without worry.
Sleep, as the evening comes
Your son dreams awake
Of the son he wants to have...