Saudades do Meu Velho Pai

That old cattle herder
Who herded the cattle of Minas Gerais
Who worked since he was little
Since he was a boy he lost his parents

As soon as the sun set behind the mountain
He would stay there watching the sun go down
And he would start telling us stories
Each one more beautiful and good to hear

Then he would pick up his guitar
And tell us stories
That no one told
He would pick up his guitar
And sing us things
That no one sang

Missing his guitar
Missing his stories
Missing his guitar
Missing his songs
Missing my tired father
Emotional heart
When his eyes turned red
He would apologize for the cold