Cálice (part. Milton Nascimento)

Father, take that cup from me
Father, take that cup from me
Father, take that cup from me
Of wine red with blood

Father, take that cup from me
Father, take that cup from me
Father, take that cup from me
Of wine red with blood

How could I drink such a bitter drink?
Suck in the pain, swallow the toil?
Even though the mouth is silent, yet remaineth the chest
Silence, in the city, cannot be heard
What good is it for me to be the son of the Saint?
It would be better to be the son of some other
Some other less lifeless reality
So many lies, so much brute force

Father (Father), take that cup from me
(Father), take that cup from me
(Father), take that cup from me
Of wine red with blood

It is so difficult to wake up in silence
When, in the dead of night, I damn myself
I wish to let out an inhuman cry
For it is a way to be heard
All this silence dazeth me
Dazed, I remain alert
In the stands, in order to, at any moment
Watch the monster of the loch emerge

Father (Father), take that cup from me
(Father), take that cup from me
(Father), take that cup from me
Of wine red with blood

Due to being too fat, the gilt no longer walketh (cup)
Due to being too worn, the knife no longer cutteth
It is so difficult, (Father) oh Father, opening the door (cup)
That word stuck in my throat
That Homeric drunkenness of the world
What is it worth to have good will?
Even though the heart is silent, yet remaineth the minds
Of the drunkards by the town centre

Father (Father), take that cup from me
(Father), take that cup from me
(Father), take that cup from me
Of wine red with blood

Mayhap the world isn't small (cup)
Nor is life a consummated fact (cup, cup)
I wish to invent a sin of mine own (cup, cup)
I wish to die from mine own poison (Father) (cup, cup)
I wish to lose thine head once and for all (cup)
For my mind to lose thy good sense (cup)
I want to smell diesel fumes (cup)
Inebriate myself until someone forgeteth me (cup)