Balada Dos Mortos
Confraria da Costa
Ballad Of The Dead
Forgive me those hanged
And those who saw the guillotine come down
But who comes here with a throat
Can't let it go dry
And that life you feared
The day to return to dust
Now you understand why they say
That we go to a better place
Nobody here needs
To wake up alive tomorrow
No weapons, diseases or wars
How sad would it be to be
During the day of the dead
With no one to toast
Nobody here needs
To wake up alive tomorrow
Forgive me those hanged
And those who saw the guillotine come down
But who comes here with a throat
Can't let it go dry
Nobody here needs
To wake up alive tomorrow
I was chosen to be a saint
Even if I don't do it justice
I said: No, thanks
I already carry my own cross
