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Chico Buarque (1978)
Originaltext
Portugiesisch
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Englisch
Cálice
Chalice
Father, take from me this chalice
Father, take from me this chalice
Father, take from me this chalice
Of red wine of blood
How does one consume this bitter drink
Swallow the pain, swallow the struggle
The mouth may be silenced but the chest remains
One does not hear the silence in the city
What does it matter that I am the son of the Virgin
Better I were the son of the other woman
Another less mortal truth
So many lies, so much brutal force
How difficult it is to awake silent
If in the silent of the night I curse myself
I want to launch an inhuman cry
As a way to be heard
Stunned by all that silence
While stunned I remain alert
In the terrace at any moment
I witness the rise of the monster from the lagoon
From excess weight, the sow no longer walks
From overuse, the knife no loger cuts
How difficult it is, Father, to open the door
That word stuck in my throat
That homeric trembling in the world
What does it matter to have good will
The chest may be silenced but the head remains
From the drunkards within the city
Perhaps the world is not small
Nor life a given reality
I want to invent my own sin
I want to die by my own poison
I want to lose your mind for good
My head losing your wisdom
I want to smell diesel fumes
Get drunk to the point where someone forgets me.
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