O Anfitrião
Tom Zé
The Host
My pain, you are right
So don't be shy
I am your new home
I am your host
Lean on my shoulder
Rest in my eyes
If you want, hold my hand
I called pain
To make a sad samba
And ask it to arrange for me
A love and a sorrow
It knocked on the door
Agreed everything with me
Then said goodbye to me
A love and a sorrow
My pain, this time was worse
After you left
I noticed inside my chest
An abnormal emptiness
Not even that love I never had
Nor the sorrow we created
Only death or something similar
