Translation of the song lyrics O Meu Guri - Chico Buarque

O Meu Guri (original)

Quando, seu moo, nasceu meu rebento
No era o momento dele rebentar
J foi nascendo com cara de fome
E eu no tinha nem nome pra lhe dar
Como fui levando, no sei explicar
Fui assim levando ele a me levar
E na sua meninice ele um dia me disse
Que chegava l Olha a Olha a Olha a, ai o meu guri, olha a Olha a, o meu guri
E ele chega
Chega suado e veloz do batente
E traz sempre um presente pra me encabular
Tanta conrrente de ouro, seu moo
Que haja pescoo pra enfiar
Me trouxe uma bolsa j com tudo dentro
Chave, caderneta, tero e patu
Um leno e uma penca de documentos
Pra finalmente eu me identificar, olha a Olha a, ai o meu guri, olha a Olha a, o meu guri
E ele chega
Chega no morro ocom o carregamento
Pulseira, cimento, relgio, pneu, gravador
Rezo at ele chegar c no alto
Essa onda de assaltos t um horror
Eu consolo ele, ele me consola
Boto ele no colo pra ele me ninar
De repente acordo, olho pro lado
E o danado j foi trabalhar, olha a Olha a, ai o meu guri, olha a Olha a, o meu guri
E ele chega
Chega estampado, manchete, retrato
Com venda nos olhos, legenda e as iniciais
Eu no entendo essa gente, seu moo
Fazendo alvoroo de mais
O guri no mato, acho que t rindo
Acho que t lindo, de papo pro ar Desde o comeo, eu no disse, seu moo
Ele disse que chegava l Olha a, olha a Olha a, ai o meu guri, olha a Olha a, o meu guri

(translation)

When, your boy, my offspring was born
It was not the time for him to burst
You were already born with a hungry face
And I didn't even have a name to give him
How I took it, I don't know how to explain
I was like that, leading him to take me
And in his childhood he one day told me
Who arrived there Look at Look at Look at, oh my boy, look at Look at my boy
And he arrives
Arrives sweaty and fast from the stop
And he always brings a gift to embarrass me
So much gold chain, you boy
Let there be a neck to stick
Brought me a bag already with everything inside
Key, notebook, tero e patu
A handkerchief and a bunch of documents
To finally identify myself, look at Look at my boy, look at Look at my boy
And he arrives
Arrives at the hill with loading
bracelet, cement, watch, tire, recorder
I pray until he gets to high
This wave of robberies has a horror
I comfort him, he comforts me
I hold him in my lap for him to nurse
Suddenly, I look to the side
And the bastard has already gone to work, look at Look at my boy, look at Look at my boy
And he arrives
Enough stamped, headline, portrait
Blindfolded, caption and initials
I don't understand these people, you boy
Making too much fuss
The guri in the bush, I think I'm sick
I think it's beautiful, from the to the air From the beginning, I didn't say, you boy
He said he got there, look, look, look, my kid, look, look, my kid