História da Minha Vida

Let me tell you what I've been through in this life
Since I was a kid when I lost my dad
We lived out in the sticks, it was just me
I was only twelve when my father passed away

My poor mom almost died from crying
Back then as a kid, I started to work
When the sun was rising, I was already in the fields
By lunchtime, I was soaked with sweat

But then my mom
Decided to get married
We were left behind
So sad, we cried

The day she married, I remembered my dad
My heart ached, I couldn't say a word
The bastard who took our mom from our hearts
Left five kids here, all alone in the sticks

I pray to God to help me in this sad loneliness
I work alone to take care of my siblings
Holy Virgin up in heaven, kind and good
Take good care of our mom, 'cause we miss her so much