Fotos Antigas (part. Renato Teixeira e Mayck & Lyan)

He's coming from afar on a horse
Raising the dust from the ground
He stopped to wash his face
And drink from the mine with your hand

The church bell rings
It's time for prayer
She clasps her wrinkled hands together
And put your knee on the ground

These are scenes from our past
I wanted to go back, but I can't
With one hand I wipe away the tears
With the other hand I hold the photo

Oh, how I miss the countryside!
The way there showed
That I love the way back
Mom, where are you?
Dad, tune the guitar
The embers of the wood-burning stove
It's still burning in my memory
Mom, where are you?
Dad, tune the guitar
I would trade these old photos
Just one more day with you now

The old bench on the porch
I remember everything, my father
Today I just wanted a hug and to say
I love you so much

Mom, teach me the recipe
That cornbread cake
Tell me your stories
I want to lie in your lap

These are scenes from our past
I wanted to go back, but I can't
With one hand I wipe away the tears
With the other hand I hold the photo

Oh, how I miss the countryside!
The way there showed
That I love the way back
Mom, where are you?

Dad, tune the guitar
The embers of the wood-burning stove
It's still burning in my memory
Mom, where are you?

Dad, tune the guitar
I would trade these old photos
Just one more day with you now

Life is fleeting, and you've been given a passport to live
Enjoy, hug, kiss, say I love you
The next step belongs to God, so make it happen
Mother, father, friend, brother
Thank you for the moments, the laughs, for all the words of learning
And know that I admire you, I respect you
And I'm with you yesterday, today, until the gray hairs appear

Mom, where are you?
Dad, tune the guitar
I would trade these old photos
Just one more day with you now
I would trade these old photos
Just one more day with you now