When, my lad, was my offspring born
it was not his time to bust
It was already born with a face of hunger.
and I had no name to give her
How I was leading, I do not know how to explain
I was thus taking him to take me
and in his boyhood he once told me
that arrived there
Look
Look
Look, there, my Guri, look there.
Look there, it's my guri.
and he arrives
Comes sweaty and fast from the stop
and always brings a gift to embarrass me
So much gold chain, your lad
Let there be a neck to thread.
He brought me a bag with everything inside.
key, passbook, third and patuá
a handkerchief and a bunch of documents
to finally identify myself, look there
Look, there, my Guri, look there.
Look there, it's my guri.
and he arrives
Arrive on the hill with the loading
bracelet, cement, watch, tire, recorder
I pray until he gets up there
this wave of assaults is a horror
I console him, he comforts me.
I put him on his lap to lick me
suddenly I wake up, look out
and the darn already went to work, look there
Look, there, my Guri, look there.
Look there, it's my guri.
and he arrives
Arrives stamped, headline, portrait
with sale in the eyes, caption and the initials
I do not understand these people, your boy.
making too much excitement
the guri in the woods, I think he's laughing
I think it's beautiful to chat
from the beginning, I did not say, your boy
He said he got there.
Look there, look there.
Look, there, my Guri, look there.
Look there, it's my guri.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)