Baile de Máscaras

Nuno Adriano Moreira Ramos
Pastor of the church in Carnide for six years
Respected and admired by the whole community
Everyone loves his charm and wisdom
In mass, he boldly defends
The need for sexual abstinence and homophobia

Everyone applauds, some agree
Everyone applauds, some disagree

At night in his lonely room
His body ignites like a firestarter
Images of men come to his mind
Frightened, he masturbates and travels in forbidden pleasure
Seeing more images, now of the church's altar boys
Children he observes and desires so much
He ejaculates and cries

"Between pleasure and religion, there's a soul that trembles"
"Between pleasure and religion, there's a soul that trembles"

Lurdes Conceição Torres Bragança
Married for eight years, mother of three kids
In bed with her husband, she gives herself to please him
But she’s never felt excited
Never felt pleasure

Lurdes never loved him, and it’s the lack of love that crushes her
She married because everyone gets married
To everyone, she says she’s never been happier
Smiling, her eyes shine brighter than any actress
At night when he sleeps, she cries

"Between lack of love and resignation, there's a soul that trembles"
"Between lack of love and resignation, there's a soul that trembles"

Rui Fontes Palma Furtado
A successful, wealthy architect
Everyone admires him
Everyone envies him
Everyone flatters him
Everyone courts him
And he struts with all that servility
Thinking he’s the big shot
Parading in opulence

He’s successful, but his dream was to be a trumpeter
To have a jazz band, to be praised in magazines
He has money and prestige
But he’s never seen a trace of his life’s dream
When he hears Miles Davis, he cries

"Between dreams and disillusionment, there's a soul that trembles"
"Between dreams and disillusionment, there's a soul that trembles"

Father Nuno, Lurdes, Rui
They’re all three at the theater, watching the play "Masquerade Ball" that premiered with flair
They all love theater
They think it’s a grand spectacle

Where on stage, you’re above all
Where what’s most liberated is exalted and acclaimed
Where you can be whatever you want without being judged
Where those immune to pressure are celebrated and praised
Where even the broken are applauded!

The theater is our home!
The theater is our home!
The theater is our home!