Chico Buarque Calice (Inglês Versão Pagan Metal Folk)

#paganmetal #folkmetal #metalcover #epicmetal #brazilianmusic Father, take this cup away from me Father, take this cup away from me Father, take this cup away from me Of red wine, of blood Father, take this cup away from me Father, take this cup away from me Father, take this cup away from me Of red wine, of blood How can I drink this bitter drink? Swallow the pain, swallow the toil? Even with my mouth shut, my heart remains Silence in the city cannot be heard What good is it to be the son of the saint? It would be better to be the son of the other Another, less dead reality So much lying, so much brute force Father (Father), take this cup away from me (Father), take this cup away from me (Father), take this cup away from me Of red wine, of blood How difficult it is to wake up silent If in the silence of the night I am harmed I want to let out an inhuman scream Which is a way to be heard All this silence stuns me Stunned, I remain attentive In the stands, ready at any moment To see the monster of the lagoon emerge Father (Father), take this cup away from me (Father), take this cup away from me (Father), take this cup away from me Of red wine, of blood From being too fat, the sow can no longer walk (cup) From being too used, the knife no longer cuts How difficult it is, (Father) Father, to open the door (cup) This word stuck in my throat This Homeric drunkenness in the world What good is having good will? Even with a silent heart, the mind remains Of the drunks in the city center Father (Father), take this cup away from me (Father), take this cup away from me (Father), take this cup away from me Of red wine, of blood Perhaps the world is not small (cup) Nor is life a fait accompli (cup, cup) I want to invent my own sin (cup, cup) I want to die from my own poison (Father) (cup, cup) I want to lose your head completely (cup) My head lose your judgment (cup) I want to smell diesel fumes (cup) To get drunk until someone forgets me (cup)