Naquela Mesa

He always sat at that table
And he always told me, what is living better?
He told stories
That today I keep in my memory and know by heart

At that table he gathered people
And he happily told what he did in the morning
And in your eyes there was so much shine
And more than your son, I became your fan

I didn't know it hurt so much
A table in a corner, a room and a garden
If I knew how much life hurts
This pain is so painful, it didn't hurt like this

Now there is one table left in the room
And today no one talks about your mandolin anymore
He's missing from that table
And missing him is hurting me
He's missing from that table
And missing him is hurting me

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

Now there is one table left in the room
And today no one talks about your mandolin anymore
He's missing from that table
And missing him is hurting me
He's missing from that table
And missing him is hurting me