An Old Woman
Thiago Quintino
An old woman told me: Come on, son, just let it go!
An old woman told me: Don’t worry, son, there’ll be no pain anymore
I can see you’ve got a problem, boy
But you know, you have to solve it alone
My life’s changing, but the pain, the pain remains
My life’s changing but I can’t, I can’t see another way
Sometimes I think I'm just a slave
Crawling and digging my own grave
I don’t know how many times I was treated like a dog
I don’t know how many years I’ll need to forget it
My witch advised me: Give it time, the pain will be gone
My witch advised me: My child, hold on, stay strong
Little boy, you have to try to find
Your own way to feel alive
If the blues come to get you, look ahead, you have to move on
If the blues come to get you, just look ahead, you have to move on
Little boy, I know someday you’ll find
Your own way to feel alive
I don’t know how many times I was treated like a dog
I don’t know how many years I’ll need to forget it