O Velório da Solidão
Coletivo Candiero
The Wake of Loneliness
Music, there's a full table
Communion
There are still people to come in
Arrive and leave the door open
Lie on the mat, open the fridge
You can take your time
Sit down and start this conversation
No need to rush
There's plenty of miles to travel
Every meeting is a party
Market, square, edge
I saw on the street
Grace that manifests
Love abounds, remains
Your spree
Party, revelry, and backyard
Party, Bahia, and backyard
Look, the procession at the door
Come on in, hey!
We had a heart attack
And killed loneliness from laughing so much
At the wake, put on neon
Jump off the cliff
Down by the waterfall
She died, come here!
Every meeting is a party
Market, square, edge
I saw on the street
Grace that manifests
Love abounds, remains
Your spree
Every meeting is a party
Market, square, edge
I saw on the street
Grace that manifests
Love abounds, remains
Your spree
If she said she's coming tomorrow morning
Then slow down
Don't rush!
She said she's coming tomorrow morning
Meet me at the party
Sadness disperses
On the table there's everything, there's white and black
There are men and women and those who are different
Those in the middle, left and right
Those who pray, those who speak, those who stay silent and those who argue
The table was made for those who aren't
At the table, faith leads the singing of the coconut
And He is in charge
The table is without hunger and whoever finds a rhyme
Should talk to the Man
She said she's coming tomorrow
Then slow down
Don't rush!
She said she's coming tomorrow morning
Meet me at the party
Sadness disperses
Every meeting is a party
Every meeting is a party
Market, square, edge
I saw on the street
Grace that manifests
Love abounds, remains
Your spree
Every meeting is a party
Market, square, edge
I saw on the street
Grace that manifests
Love abounds, remains
Your spree
Hey, my people
Tomorrow morning
She said: I'll arrive
Get ready early
Open the door and let her in
And continuing from the previous conversation
I was thinking about something
If the table is full of bread and grace
Why not open it to the people in the square?
If loneliness is already buried
Why do they cry alone on the sidewalk?!
The table is for man, boy, and woman
For those who still don't know what it is
For the little brothers, right and left-handed
For those I once turned my face away from
If the table fits me, then it fits you
And it fits those no one wants to see
With open arms, come here to receive
Who the Owner of the party has just brought
