Naquela Mesa

At that table, he always sat
And always told me what is a better life
At that table, he told stories
That now, in the memory I keep and know by heart

At that table, he put us together
And told, happy, what he did in the morning
In his eyes there was so much shine
More than his son, I became his fan

I didn't know that it hurt so much
A table in a corner, a house and a garden
If I knew how much life hurts
This pain so painful wouldn't hurt like this

Now there's a table left in the room
And nowadays, no one speaks with their mandolin
At that table, it's missing him
And missing him is hurting me
At that table, it's missing him
And missing him is hurting me

Now there's a table left in the room
And nowadays, no one speaks with their mandolin
At that table, it's missing him
And missing him is hurting me
At that table, it's missing him
And missing him is hurting me

I didn't know that it hurt so much
A table in a corner, a house and a garden
If I knew how much life hurts
This pain so painful wouldn't hurt like this

Now there's a table left in the room
And nowadays, no one speaks with their mandolin
At that table, it's missing him
And missing him is hurting me
At that table, it's missing him
And missing him is hurting me