Procissão

My divine Saint Joseph
Here I am at your feet
Give us abundant rains
My Jesus of Nazareth

Look, there goes the procession passing by
Dragging along like a snake on the ground
The people passing by believe
In the things up in the sky
The women singing take out the verse
The men listening take off their hats
They suffer here on Earth
Waiting for what Jesus promised

And Jesus promised something better
For those who live in this loveless world
Only after giving the body to the ground
Only after dying in this backcountry
I'm also on Jesus' side
But I think he forgot
To say that on Earth we have
To find a way to live

Many people claim to be God
And promise so much for the backcountry
That they'll give a dress to Maria
And promise a field to João
Year in, year out and nothing comes
My backcountry remains uncertain
But if Jesus exists in the sky
Here on Earth, that has to end

Look, there goes the procession passing by
Dragging along like a snake on the ground
The people passing by believe
In the things up in the sky
The women singing take out the verse
The men listening take off their hats
They suffer here on Earth
Waiting for what Jesus promised
Waiting for what Jesus promised
Waiting for what Jesus promised...