Naquela Mesa

At that table, he always sat
And I always told what is living better
At that table, he told stories
That now, in the memory I keep and know by heart

At that table, he put us together
And told, happy, what happened in the morning
In his eyes there was so shining
More than a son, I became a fan

I didn't know that hurt so much
A table in a corner, a house and a garden
If I knew how life hurts
This sore pain didn't hurt like it

Now there's a table in a room
And nowadays, no one remembers his mandolin
At that table is missing him
And miss him, hurts me
At that table is missing him
And miss him, hurts me

Now there's a table in a room
And no one remembers his mandolin
At that table is missing him
And miss him, hurts me
At that table is missing him
And miss him, hurts me

I didn't know that hurts so much
A table in a corner, a house and a garden
If I knew how life hurts
This sore pain didn't hurt like it

Now there's a table in a room
And no one remembers his mandolin
At that table is missing him
And miss him, hurts me
At that table is missing him
And miss him hurts me