My father's children
We all are happy
Because he made us
With his holy hands
Many years ago
Now we are no longer
Teenagers
We are all adults
What we are missing
From our lives is
A feliccidade
We know we need that badly
Because we are not happy
That we have to live here
But it was our father
That had placed us here
We pray to our father
Every single night
And in our prayer
We ask our father
To give us a felicidade
That we want it so bad