O Velório da Solidão
Coletivo Candiero
The Wake of Loneliness
Music, there is plenty of food
Communion
There are still people to enter
Arrive and leave the door open
Lie on the mat, open the fridge
It may take a while
Sit down and start this conversation
No need to rush
There are plenty of leagues to travel
Every meeting is a party
Fair, fur, edge
I saw it on the street
Grace that manifests
Love abounds, remains
Have a good time
Party, revelry and backyard
Party, Bahia and backyard
Look there, I'm closing in on the door
Sink it, there!
We had a heart attack
And we kill loneliness by laughing so much
At the wake, put neon
Jump over cliff
Waterfall Baim
She died, come here!
Every meeting is a party
Fair, fur, edge
I saw it on the street
Grace that manifests
Love abounds, remains
Have a good time
Every meeting is a party
Fair, fur, edge
I saw it on the street
Grace that manifests
Love abounds, remains
Have a good time
If she said she's coming tomorrow morning
So stop rushing
Don't worry!
She said she's coming tomorrow morning
Meet me at the party
Scattered sadness
There's everything on the table, there's white and there's black
There are men and women and those who have another way
Who is in the middle, left and right
Who prays, who prays, who keeps quiet and who argues
The table was made for those who are not
At the table, the one who pulls the coconut is faith
And He is the one in charge
The table is without hunger and whoever finds it bad
Talk to Homi
She said she's coming tomorrow
So stop rushing
Don't worry!
She said she's coming tomorrow morning
Meet me at the party
Scattered sadness
Every meeting is a party
Every meeting is a party
Fair, fur, edge
I saw it on the street
Grace that manifests
Love abounds, remains
Have a good time
Every meeting is a party
Fair, fur, edge
I saw it on the street
Grace that manifests
Love abounds, remains
Have a good time
Hey my people
Tomorrow morning
She said: I'll be there
Get ready early
Open the door and let them in
And continuing the past prose
I was thinking about something here
If the table is full of bread and it's free
Why not open it to the people of the square?
If loneliness is already buried
Why do they cry alone on the sidewalk?!
The table is for men, boys and women
For those who don't even know what it is yet
For the right and left handed little brothers
To those I once turned my face away from
If the table fits me, then it fits you
And there's room for the one that nobody wants to see
Come and welcome us with open arms
Who the Host of the party just brought
