Cabeça Seca
Lourival Freitas
Dry Head
Dry head that’s run out of oil
Old believer who doesn’t like to pray
How hard it is to speak in strange tongues
Old believer, rusty and worn
Who doesn’t live in communion
Dry head that’s run out of oil
Old believer who doesn’t like to pray
How hard it is to speak in strange tongues
Old believer, rusty and worn
Who doesn’t live in communion
If there’s a prophet speaking, he doesn’t believe
If someone preaches, he feels no emotion
If someone shares a blessing, he doesn’t care
Nothing moves his hard heart
He’s shocked if someone shouts glory to God
Looks back and pays attention
Feels nothing when the church rejoices
Because the holy oil isn’t in his heart
Dry head that’s run out of oil
Old believer who doesn’t like to pray
How hard it is to speak in strange tongues
Old believer, rusty and worn
Who doesn’t live in communion
At the holy supper, he’s worried
Wondering if he can eat the bread
Because on Sunday he was out at the beach
Drinking wine and just wearing shorts
The supper passes, and he pretends not to see
Still, he dares to reach out his hand
Everyone rejoices, but he feels nothing
Because the holy oil isn’t in his heart
Dry head that’s run out of oil
Old believer who doesn’t like to pray
How hard it is to speak in strange tongues
Old believer, rusty and worn
Who doesn’t live in communion
Dry head that’s run out of oil
Old believer who doesn’t like to pray
How hard it is to speak in strange tongues
Old believer, rusty and worn
Who doesn’t live in communion
Dry head that has no tears in his eyes
No joy in his poor heart
No pastor or singer pleases him
He’s a skeleton pretending to be a Christian
If he happens to come, he gets worried
It’s when the church rejoices in prayer
There are many who spit in their eyes
Pretend to cry but feel nothing at all
Dry head that’s run out of oil
Old believer who doesn’t like to pray
How hard it is to speak in strange tongues
Old believer, rusty and worn
Who doesn’t live in communion
Dry head that’s run out of oil
Old believer who doesn’t like to pray
How hard it is to speak in strange tongues
Old believer, rusty and worn
Who doesn’t live in communion
Dry head that’s run out of oil
Old believer who doesn’t like to pray
How hard it is to speak in strange tongues
Old believer, rusty and worn
Who doesn’t live in communion
