Blues da Piedade

Now I'm going to sing for the miserable ones
That wander throughout the world defeated
To these poorly planted seeds
Who are born already with aborted faces
To those with very small souls
Grinding on small problems
Always wanting what they don't have

To those who see the light
But don't illuminate their small certainties
Those who live to count money
And don't change when it's a full Moon
For those who don't know how to love
Those who keep waiting
Someone that fits their dream
Like varicoses that keep growing
Like insects around the lamp

Let's ask for mercy
Oh Lord, mercy
To these stuffy and coward people
Let's ask for mercy
Oh Lord, mercy
Give them grandeur and some courage

I want to sing only to the weaklings
Who are in this world and lost the voyage
I want to sing the blues
With the father
Let's ask for mercy
Because there's a fire under the thin rain
We are equal in disgrace
Let's sing the mercy blues

Let's ask for mercy
Oh Lord, mercy
To these stuffy and cowards
Let's ask for mercy
Oh Lord, mercy
Give them grandeur and some courage