Lyrics and translation Lourenço & Lourival - Mala Amarela

Mala Amarela

Era quatro e meia passava um pouquinho
Um fosco clarinho rasgava o varjão
Era o trem noturno que vinha apontando
E logo parando na velha estação

Meu corpo tremia, meus olhos molhados
O meu pai do lado e a mala no chão
Beijei o seu rosto e disse na hora
O mundo lá fora me espera, paizão

Entrei no vagão, corri pra janela
E a mala amarela do velho eu catei
O trem deu partida, soqueou bruscamente
Ali novamente sua mão eu beijei

Um pouco pra diante vi minha casinha
E a minha mãezinha de pé no portão
Ela não me viu no trem na corrida
Ouvi as latidas do velho sultão

Um certo senhor da poltrona vizinha
Dizia que vinha do Paranazão
Me disse também, num jeito cortês
É a primeira vez que deixo o sertão

Pedi seu conselho e ele me disse
Seu moço, a velhice é dura demais
Eu sou bem mais velho e posso aconselhar
É duro ficar distante dos pais

Eu nunca esqueci o que o velho falou
O tempo passou e pra casa voltei
Quem fica distante jamais se conforma
Lá na plataforma meus pais avistei

Desci comovido abracei ele e ela
E a mala amarela, meu filho? Eu não vi
Meu pai acredite na fala de um homem
Pra não passar fome, a mala eu vendi

Que pena, que pena, era minha lembrança
Que eu trouxe de herança do seu avô
Mas deixa pra lá, eu vou esquecer
A herança é você e você já voltou

Yellow Suitcase

It was a quarter past four and a little bit more
A pale light was tearing through the valley
It was the night train that was coming into view
And soon stopping at the old station

My body was trembling, my eyes were wet
My father by my side and the suitcase on the floor
I kissed his face and said right then
The world outside is waiting for me, dad

I got into the car, ran to the window
And the old man's yellow suitcase I grabbed
The train started, jerked abruptly
There again I kissed your hand

A little further on I saw my little house
And my little mother standing at the gate
She didn't see me in the train in the rush
I heard the old Sultan bark

A certain gentleman in the next seat
Said he was coming from Paranazão
He also told me, in a courteous way
It's the first time I've left the backcountry

I asked his advice and he said
My boy, old age is too hard
I'm much older and I can advise
It's hard to be away from your parents

I never forgot what the old man said
Time passed and I returned home
Whoever stays away never conforms
There on the platform I saw my parents

I got off, moved, hugged him and her
And the yellow suitcase, my son? I didn't see it
My father, believe in the words of a man
In order not to starve, I sold the suitcase

What a shame, what a shame, it was my memory
That I brought as an inheritance from your grandfather
But let it be, I'll forget
The inheritance is you and you've already returned