João Batista
Nalva Aguiar
John the Baptist
It's been almost two thousand years
Of silence and loneliness
In the baptismal font
The Jordan River still flows
John was once a poet
The great love of Salome
Now it's a holiday
Of bonfires and fireworks
Run, John, grab your guitar
Face this crowd
Don't let anyone die a pagan
God in heaven, the world is a carousel
It's useless for you to stop
If life doesn't stop spinning
In the midst of the dust
Of these centuries in vain
The figure of John
Remains along the paths
And his voice echoes
In the immense cathedrals
His people still await
The immortal prophecies
Tell me, which river
Where is the fisherman now?
Who one day, for you
Was baptized as Lord
That I have a thousand sins
That are not original
Bitter illusions
That are never forgotten
Run, John, grab your guitar
Face this crowd
Don't let anyone die a pagan
God in heaven, the world is a carousel
It's useless for you to stop
If life doesn't stop spinning
John, one day
Was thrown into prison
Freedom was lost
But not his thoughts
Return, my friend
Come show the Pharisees
At the tip of the whip
The heavy hand of your God
Run, John, grab your guitar
Face this crowd
Don't let anyone die a pagan
God in heaven, the world is a carousel
It's useless for you to stop
If life doesn't stop spinning
