Funeral de Um Lavrador
Chico Buarque
Farmer's Funeral
This grave in which you lie, measured in palms
Is the smallest account you took in life
Is the smallest account you took in life
It's a good size, neither wide nor deep
It's the part that belongs to you of this estate
It's the part that belongs to you of this estate
It's not a big grave, it's a measured grave
It's the land you wanted to see divided
It's the land you wanted to see divided
It's a big grave for your small remains
But you'll be more at ease than you were in the world
You'll be more at ease than you were in the world
It's a big grave for your meager remains
Yet more than in the world, you'll feel ample
Yet more than in the world, you'll feel ample
It's a big grave for your scant flesh
But the earth given, does not open its mouth
It's the smallest account you took in life
It's the part that belongs to you of this estate
It's the land you wanted to see divided
You'll be more at ease than you were in the world
But the earth given, does not open its mouth
