The suitcases at the door jose is already leaving
A gerra for his homeland without a date to return
He says the children pray a lot for his father I'm going to throw them away
And a worried wife, an agony with desire to claim
Joseph...
Who cares for us and protects us like you have always done
How do I sleep if I sleep in your chest
Who wakes up my moms with cocks and kisses
In this Christmas who lights the little tree
Although I have the hope that God follows your step
It is known that an easy soldier can fail
Who gives me the guarantee that you will go back home
Because I look at your recrato and I feel like crying
Now tell me whoeeeeeeen
Now tell me whoeeeeeeen
A bit bitter story jose has to leave
A soldier in battle without knowing what his end
He already says goodbye and tells the little one not to cry like that
That soon I return and the wife silently hides suffering
He has a lump in his throat but does not want to cry
She knows that with tears, nothing can be remedied
And disguises his sadness with his angelic laughter
Although dying inside I would like to reproach
Joseph....
Who cares for us and protects us like you have always done
How do I sleep if I sleep in your chest
Who wakes up my moms with cocks and kisses
In this Christmas who lights the little tree
Although I have the hope that God follows your step
It is known that an easy soldier can fail
Who gives me the guarantee that you will go back home
Because I look at your recrato and I feel like crying
Now tell me whoeeeeeeen
Now tell me whoeeeeeeen
Only among all we can make this a better place :)