Pai herói
Paulo André
Hero Father
Father, my hero, it's been so long
In my thoughts, I remember your voice
Father, you left your story written
It remained engraved in the memory of all of us
I walked, I traveled
It was on the road of memories
I stopped and lived when I was a child
Loved and protected by you
I ran to see your portrait
In the frame on the wall crying
I repeated several times:
"Father, how I miss you..."
Father, you were a soldier, a warrior
A hero, a fighter
You fought for life and against pain
But it didn't work out, it depended on God
He took you
Father, I am your fruit, I am a memory
I am a part, I am an inheritance
That one day you left
And here I go on, following and singing
I am an eternal singer
