O Meu Guri [English translation]

When, mister, my baby was born

It wasn't the time for him to come out

He just got out with his hungry face

I didn't even have a name to give him

How I just kept going I can't explain

I just kept going and he pulling me

And in his childishness, he said to me one day

That he would get there someday

Now look! Look!

Look!

There, that's my boy, look!

Look!

That's my boy and he's coming

He's coming all sweaty and fast from work

Always bringing a gift to embarrass me

So many gold chains, mister

More than we have necks to put them on

He brought me a purse with everything already inside

Keys, wallet, chaplet and patua

A handkerchief and a bunch of documents

So I can at last be identified

Look!

Look!

There, that's my boy, look!

Look!

That's my boy and he's coming!

He comes to the hill with a load

Bracelets, cement, watches, tires, recorders

I prey for him to get up here safely

This wave of robberies is terrifying

I comfort him, he comforts me

I put him on my lap for him to lull me to sleep

Suddenly I wake up, look to my side

And the damn boy is gone back to work

Look!

Look!

There, that's my boy, look!

Look!

That's my boy and he's coming!

He comes stamped, headlines, portraits

With blindfolds, subtitles and the initials

I don't get these people, mister

Making all this confusion and uproar

The boy in the woods, I think he's laughing

I think he's laughing and looking up

From the beginning didn't I tell you, mister!

He did say he would get there

Now look! Look!

Look!

There, that's my boy, look!

Look!

That's my boy and he's coming

Look!

There, that's my boy, look!

Look!

That's my boy and he's coming!

• Artist:Chico Buarque
• Album:Almanaque (1981)