Lyrics

1975, 1975

Hey Pai
Quantas vezes eu olhei pra trás
Me perdi pelo caminho, oh, oh

Sem Paz
Quantas vezes procurei meu pai
Me sentindo tão sozinho, oh, oh

Tive medo, não queria acreditar
Nem ser indiferente

Mas a vida me levou embora
E agora eu te admiro tanto

Desisti de mentir para mim mesmo
Mais de 25 anos
Você foi meu pai desde o dia em que eu nasci

Desisti de mentir para mim mesmo
Mais de 25 anos
Você foi meu pai desde o dia em que eu nasci

O dia que eu nasci

Hey Pai
O teu sangue corre em minhas veias
Me orgulho tanto disso, oh, oh

Tua voz ainda quero escutar
De um jeito diferente

Mas agora eu olho no espelho
E vejo a tua imagem sempre

1975 eu nasci
1975 eu nasci

1975
1975

Desisti de mentir para mim mesmo
Mais de 25 anos
Você foi meu pai desde o dia em que eu nasci

Desisti de mentir para mim mesmo
Mais de 25 anos
Você foi meu pai desde o dia em que eu nasci

1975 eu nasci

25 anos, oh, oh

1975
1975

Você foi meu pai desde o dia em que eu nasci
Que eu nasci

The Secret and Inspiration

Gustavo was ten years old when he learned that absence makes more noise than any scream. Until he was eight, life was simple: São Paulo, then Brasília, father, mother, a common routine. But at ten, Orlando left home to live with another woman, and there was no dramatic scene, no cinematic farewell—just a silence that settled in like permanent furniture. Gustavo returned to São Paulo with his mother, Denise, and a suitcase too small for the size of the rupture he carried. Months later, a younger man began to occupy the space of the house and his mother's attention. Gustavo learned to become invisible. He ate dinner later, spoke less, spent more time on the street. It was there that he began to understand that the world outside the home had clearer rules than the world inside.

On the street, no one promised love—they promised loyalty. And loyalty, even fragile, seemed more concrete than any unstable affection. At thirteen, he held a gun for the first time and felt something close to control. At fifteen, he frequented bars and brothels not out of desire, but out of belonging. He drank to numb the emptiness he couldn't name. Then came the alcoholic coma, the public hospital, only friends around him, no family, neither father nor mother. Nobody was there during the critical moments; Gustavo was a ghost, a burden his family didn't want around.

There were persecutions, debts that weren't his, cars without license plates, gunshots echoing in alleys he knew better than his own room. One of those nights, running to avoid dying before he turned twenty, Gustavo realized he wasn't afraid of death—he was angry. Angry at disappearing without his father knowing who he had become. In the midst of the chaos, there was only one thing that didn't betray him: the electric guitar Orlando had given him when he was still a child. He played it like someone punching his own destiny. Each chord was a cry for help disguised as distortion.

At seventeen, on a cold night on Cardeal Arcoverde Street, playing with his rock band in a smoky bar, he saw Andreia for the first time. She didn't yell or seem impressed—she just watched him with a gaze that neither judged nor pityed him. After the show, she approached him and said he played as if he were running away from something. Perhaps he was. For the first time, someone didn't demand explanations or proof of courage. With her, Gustavo began to realize he could choose another path. He gradually left the underworld, got a job as a designer at a large company, and learned to live within the formal structures of the adult world, even while carrying invisible scars.

Years passed, other relationships came, until at twenty-nine Daniela became pregnant. When Felipe was born, Gustavo felt a fear he had never experienced before—the fear of failure. Watching his son sleep in the hospital, he asked himself the question he had avoided for decades: how can someone leave? Fatherhood was the mirror he didn't want to face. Every time he picked up his son from school and saw the boy run towards him, he felt the absence of his own father like an ancient shadow. The anger began to transform into analysis; the accusation, into questioning. Perhaps Orlando had been a coward. Perhaps just weak.

At thirty-four, he decided to look for him. He got a phone number in Brasília. He recognized the voice immediately. He spoke of Felipe, suggested that his grandson meet his grandfather. Orlando refused, without drama, without an elaborate explanation. The call ended coldly, and Gustavo felt something worse than hatred: he felt disposable. Five years later, about to leave Brazil permanently, a half-sister arranged a meeting. He took a flight to Brasília and met an aging man, tired eyes, but without apparent regret. A comfortable house, two grown children raised with presence, college paid for, shared stories. Gustavo listened to everything in silence.

When they were alone, Orlando simply said: “You’re okay.” Gustavo thought of the nights of escape, the hospital, the hunger, the loneliness, and the guitar played as a means of survival. But he only answered that yes, he had been okay. There was no hug, no confrontation. On the flight back to São Paulo, he realized he was no longer seeking approval or explanation. He felt a kind of indifference—not contempt, but an understanding that there would be no possible reparation.

Two years later, on an ordinary morning, he received the news of his father's death. The shock was immediate, physical, like losing the same man for the second time in the same life. He cried for the ten-year-old boy who still hoped for something. That night, he wrote "1975" at the top of a sheet of paper. It was the year of his birth, the point before the rupture. "I gave up lying to myself," he wrote afterward. He realized that for more than twenty-five years he had pretended not to need that man. But Orlando's absence had shaped his hardness, his obsession with being a present father, his search for meaning—and even his music.

He picked up his guitar He thought of the instrument his father had given him in childhood and laughed to himself at the irony: the instrument that had saved him had been a gift from the man who had abandoned him. Perhaps it hadn't just been abandonment; perhaps it had been a brutal forging. He played simple chords and let the words find melody. "You were my father from the day I was born." It wasn't absolution, nor accusation—it was a realization. Upon finishing the first version of the song, he understood something even more uncomfortable: at certain moments in his own life, he too had been cowardly in small escapes and silences. Blood was a mirror. But there was an essential difference—he would remain. And, while Felipe slept in the next room, Gustavo began there not just a song, but a new story for himself.And the past doesn't post anything anymore.

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