Saudades do Meu Velho Pai
Aquele velho tocador de gado
Que tocava o gado de Minas Gerais
Que trabalhava desde pequenino
Desde que menino ele perdeu os pais
Assim que o Sol se punha na montanha
Ele ficava ali olhando o Sol partir
E começava a nos contar histórias
Cada qual mais linda e boa de se ouvir
Depois pegava na sua viola
E nos contava histórias
Que ninguém contava
Pegava na sua viola
E nos cantava coisas
Que ninguém cantava
Saudades da viola dele
Saudades das histórias dele
Saudades da viola dele
Saudades das cantigas dele
Saudades do meu pai cansado
Coração emocionado
De quando o olho avermelhava
Ele se desculpava pelo resfriado
Missing My Old Father
That old cattle herder
Who herded the cattle of Minas Gerais
Who worked since he was little
Since he was a boy he lost his parents
As soon as the sun set behind the mountain
He would stay there watching the sun go down
And he would start telling us stories
Each one more beautiful and good to hear
Then he would pick up his guitar
And tell us stories
That no one told
He would pick up his guitar
And sing us things
That no one sang
Missing his guitar
Missing his stories
Missing his guitar
Missing his songs
Missing my tired father
Emotional heart
When his eyes turned red
He would apologize for the cold