Cálice (part. Chico Buarque)

Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Of blood red wine

Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Of blood red wine

How to drink from this bitter drink?
Inhale the pain, swallow the toil?
Though the mouth is silent, the heart remains
Silence in the city goes unheard

What good is it to be the child of the saint?
It would be better to be the child of another
Another reality, less lifeless
So many lies, so much brute force

Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Of blood red wine

How difficult it is to wake up silenced
If in the dead of night I'm harmed
I want to let out an inhuman scream
It's a way of being heard

All of this silence bewilders me
Dazed, I remain attentive
In the stands, ready at any moment
To see the monster emerged from the lake

Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Of blood red wine

Being so fat, the pig no longer walks
Being overused, the knife no longer cuts
How difficult it is, father, to open the door
This word stuck in the throat

This Homeric drunkenness in the world
What good is it to have goodwill?
Though the heart is silent, the mind remains
Of the downtown drunks

Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Of blood red wine

Perhaps the world isn't small
Nor is life a consummated fact
I want to invent my own sin
I want to die from my own poison
I want to lose your mind once and for all
For my mind to lose your judgement
I want to smell the fumes of diesel oil
Intoxicate myself until someone forgets me