Letra da Música The Last Time de Bfive And Six

my father was young when I begin to live the life of great people
he could not worry about what they would eat
he works in workshops of cars
he lived your life as a war
your parents left in the world to learn
even fighting for everything that he most wanted was to have a good scene
always felt that was their time to be pumping
the truth of their situation
and was subjected to humiliation
your parents that even making it suffer
'the much loved'
the much loved?
your mother was Indian
your father was the son of Polish
he lived a lot.
if married, had several buildings
was a bit rich, pity which began to lose everything
he tried to resist, but the enemy spoke highest
and he was losing
was directed to the bar, and could not return to the home
by more than was already done
had four sons
among them the little Gustavo that are making this rhyme at the right time
when it had no more to drink what they spend.
began to realize that all you were saying goodbye.
he stayed alone for a long time until it was reminded again.
again had their children close.
was happy, but on a night of rain
the worst of stories my father had died.
is the pain of the loss beating again.
the day before his death, I was leaving
When I ask:

There will give a kiss on her father.
And answered:
I don't know where it be.
then I speak with him.

I don't imagine that would be the last time.
the last time.
the last time.

I didn’t expect, if I could return back
to save even one dependent on alcohol
he was my father.

my father, my father, my father, my father

I connect the fateful night:

Gustavo it be gonna ambulance and a son of bitch
didn’t want to ride to your father.

I don’t know right, but that night I felt that he would leave us

but still feel in my soul
that what happened had to happen
and now he is in heaven with everyone who ever dreamed find
still remember him every morning to get up
not advance me push slope below.
I’ll not forget it

before dying always had their stories
for another he argues with you
you always rewards in two
he always liked to do for you
then, whenever he could and conditions had wanted to help you.
even knowing that you would treat him badly
and always liked you

well, listen, and understand that history
the names and the story is real
seems unreal for their perfect life
I don’t know if you have wept in the coffin of your father then understand what is suffering
and be imagining him side to you
you'll never see you, my father is my father