Minha História [English translation]

He wasn't a man of much talk

Or explanations

I only know the sea was his words, his smell

And his love

I know he had a tattoo in one arm

And some golden teeth in his mouth

And so, my mother gave herself to him

So madly

In a flash he came, in a flash he left

But where to, no one knows

Because of him, my mother's look

Grew hopeless day by day

Standing there at the pier by the sea

Waiting, frozen and imobile

For her man's return, wearing her old dress

Whose length was shortened every day

At the time when I finally was born

My mother enfolded me in a mantel.

She dressed me in a way I was looking

Like some sort of saint

Because she couldn't remember any lullaby

The poor woman

Had to lull me with tunes

She heard in a cabaret

She didn't wait too long to spread the word

Around the neighboorhood

Showing to them the child that wasn't supposed

To be simply one more in a million

I don't know if it was irory

Or an act of love

But, anyway, I was given the holly name

of our Lord

This story, this name,

Is still part of me

(Even) when I go to a pub to drink,

I turn tables, I scream, I pick up fights

The thives, my girls

My booze buddies, my partners of life

They all know me just because of my name:

The boy Jesus' name

• Artist:Chico Buarque
• Album:Construção (1971)