Nuninho

Era como o meu velho pai me chamava. Quando me portava mal, quando ficava a jogar futebol na Inatel até altas horas. Quando bebia a água que deveria servir para me lavar as mãos.
Era um Nuninho próprio de quem ralhava, mas com carinho. Tenho saudades de ser o Nuninho do meu pai. Nunca antes nem depois disso alguém me chamou assim.
Tenho saudades do meu velho pai, agora que sei que em breve ele nao saberá quem é o Nuninho nem sequer o Ricardo.

My Dad

He isn’t much in the eyes of the world,
He’ll never make history.
No, he isn’t much in the eyes of the world,
But he is the world to me

My Dad
Now here is a man.
To me he is everything strong,
No, he can’t do wrong,
My Dad

My Dad
Now, he understands.
When I bring him troubles to share,
Oh, he’s always there
My Dad

When I was small
I felt ten feet tall,
When I walked by his side.
And everyone would say “That’s his son.”
And my heart would burst with pride.

My Dad
Oh, I love him so.
And I only hope that some day
My own son will say
“My Dad. Now here is a man.”