Текст и перевод песни Pe. Zezinho, SCJ - Utopia

Utopia

Das muitas coisas
Do meu tempo de criança
Guardo vivo na lembrança
O aconchego de meu lar

No fim da tarde
Quando tudo se aquietava
A família se ajuntava
Lá no alpendre a conversar

Meus pais não tinham
Nem escola, nem dinheiro
Todo dia, o ano inteiro
Trabalhavam sem parar

Faltava tudo
Mas a gente nem ligava
O importante não faltava
Seu sorriso E seu olhar

Eu tantas vezes
Vi meu pai chegar cansado
Mas aquilo era sagrado
Um por um ele afagava

E perguntava
Quem fizera estrepolia
E mamãe nos defendia
Tudo aos poucos se ajeitava

O sol se punha
A viola alguém trazia
Todo mundo então queria
Ver papai cantar com a gente

Desafinado
Meio rouco e voz cansada
Ele cantava mil toadas
Seu olhar no sol poente

Correu o tempo
Hoje eu vejo a maravilha
De se ter uma família
Quando tantos não a tem

Agora falam
Do desquite e do divórcio
O amor virou consórcio
Compromisso de ninguém

E há tantos filhos
Que bem mais do que um palácio
Gostariam de um abraço
E do carinho entre seus pais

Se os pais amassem
O divórcio não viria
Chamam a isso de utopia
Eu a isso chamo paz

Utopia

Of the many things
From my childhood
I keep it vivid in my memory
The coziness of my home

In the late afternoon
When everything had gone quiet
The family would gather
Out on the porch to chat

My parents had
Neither school, nor money
Every day, all year
They worked without stopping

We lacked everything
But we didn't care
What was important was not lacking
Your smile and your gaze

I often
Saw my father arrive tired
But that was sacred
One by one he would pet

And he would ask
Who had made chaos
And Mom would defend us
Everything would slowly fall into place

The sun would set
Someone would bring the guitar
Then everyone wanted
To see Dad sing with us

Out of tune
Hoarse and tired voice
He would sing a thousand tunes
His gaze in the setting sun

Time passed
Today I see the wonder
Of having a family
When so many don't have one

Now they talk
About separation and divorce
Love has become a partnership
Nobody's commitment

And there are so many children
Who much more than a palace
Would like a hug
And the affection between their parents

If parents loved each other
There would be no divorce
They call this Utopia
I call this peace