Cálice (part. Milton Nascimento)

Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Of blood red wine

Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Of blood red wine

How to drink from this bitter drink?
Inhale the pain, swallow the toil?
Though the mouth is silent, the heart remains
Silence in the city goes unheard
What good is it to be a son of a saint?
It would be better to be a son of another
Another reality, less lifeless
So many lies, so much brute force

Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Of blood red wine

How difficult it is to wake up silenced
If in the silence of night I get harmed
I want to let out an inhuman scream
Which is a way of being heard
All of this silence bewilders me
Dazed, I remain attentive
In the stands, ready at any moment
To see the monster emerged from the lake

Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Of blood red wine

Being so fat, the pig no longer walks
Being overused, the knife no longer cuts
How difficult it is, father, to open the door
This word stuck in the throat
This homeric drunkenness in the world
What good is it to have goodwill?
Though the heart is silent, the mind remains
Of the downtown drunks

Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Of blood red wine

Perhaps the world isn't small (cup)
Nor is life a consummated fact (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 mind once and for all (cup)
For my mind to lose your judgement (cup)
I want to smell the fumes of diesel oil (cup)
Intoxicate myself until someone forgets me (cup)