Cálice (English Translation) lyrics

Chico Buarque

[Chorus: Chico Buarque & Milton Nascimento]
Father, take that chalice away from me
Father, take that chalice away from me
Father, take that chalice away from me
Blood red wine
Father, take that chalice away from me
Father, take that chalice away from me
Father, take that chalice away from me
Blood red wine

[First verse: Milton Nascimento]
How to drink this bitter drink
Swallow the pain, swallow the toil
Even with the mouth shut, the chest remains
Silence in the city is not heard
What good is it for me to be a son of a saint
It would bе better to be anothеr's child
Another less dead reality
So much lies, so much brute force

[Chorus: Chico Buarque & Milton Nascimento]
Father, take that chalice away from me
Father, take that chalice away from me
Father, take that chalice away from me
Blood red wine
Father, take that chalice away from me
Father, take that chalice away from me
Father, take that chalice away from me
Blood red wine

[Second verse: Chico Buarque]
How hard it is to wake up in silence
If in the dead of night I hurt myself
I want to launch an inhuman cry
Which is a way to be heard
This silence all stuns me
Stunned, I remain attentive
In the bleachers for any time
Watch the monster emerge from the pond

[Chorus: Chico Buarque & Milton Nascimento]
Father, take that chalice away from me
Father, take that chalice away from me
Father, take that chalice away from me
Blood red wine
Father, take that chalice away from me
Father, take that chalice away from me
Father, take that chalice away from me
Blood red wine

[Third verse: Milton Nascimento]
The pig is too fat, it can no longer walk (Shut up!)
The knife is not used much anymore
How hard it is, father, to open the door (Shut up!)
That word stuck in the throat
This homerous pileque in the world
What's the use of goodwill?
Even if the chest is silent, the head remains
Of drunks in the city center

[Chorus: Chico Buarque & Milton Nascimento]
Father, take that chalice away from me
Father, take that chalice away from me
Father, take that chalice away from me
Blood red wine

[Fourth verse: Chico Buarque]
Maybe the world is not small (Shut up!)
Nor is life a fait accompli (Shut up!)
I want to invent my own sin (Shut up!)
I want to die of my own poison (Dad! Shut up!)
I want to lose your head for good (Shut up!)
My head losing your mind (Shut up!)
I want to smell diesel smoke (Shut up!)
Get drunk until someone forgets me


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