Ana Carolina "O Cristo de Madeira" lyrics

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O Cristo de Madeira

Saiu da cadeia sem um puto 1Sol na cara monstruosoEle é da alma "trip" dos malucosBelo, mas nunca vaidoso

Um dia comparado a mil anosSaiu lendo o EvangelhoVida e morte valem o mesmo tantoEvolução do novo para o velho

Puxava seus cabelos desgrenhadosVendo a vida assim fora da celaNão quis ficar ali paradoAguardando a sentinela

A vida parecia reticenteSabia do futuro e do trabalhoLembrou de sua mãe já falecidaVerdade era seu princípio falho

Pensando com rugas no rostoOlhava a massa de cimentoA sensação da massa frescaTransmitia às mãos o seu tormento

Trabalhava, ganhava quase nadaFazendo frio ou calorDifícil era quem aceitasseUm cara que já matou

Se olhou como um assassinoNo espelhinho da construçãoO que viu foi sua cara de meninoQuando criança com seu irmãoAonde anda seu irmão?

Em algum buraco pelo chão 2Ou frequenta alguma igrejaChamando a outros de irmãosSábios não ensinam maisRefletiu sua sombra magraCom o pouco que raciocina

Ele orava, ele oravaMas o Cristo de madeira não lhe dizia nadaMas o Cristo de madeira não lhe dizia nadaMas o Cristo, brincadeira, não lhe dizia nada

The Wooden Crucifix

He got out of jail without a dimeAnd the Sun shone on his faceHe belongs to the "trip" soul of the crazyBeauty, but never vain

One day that is compared to a thousand yearsHe got out reading the Gospel 1Life and death are worth the same thingAn evolution from the new to the ancient

He pulled his tangled hairSeeing his life outside his cellHe didn't want to stand still thereWaiting for the sentinel

His life already seemed reticentHe knew about his future and his workHe remembered his already dead motherTruth has been his lame principle

Thinking with many wrinkles on his faceHe looked at the cementThe feeling of the fresh mass of cementTransmitted his torments to his hands

He worked and received almost nothingEither it was hot or coldIt was hard to find people who would say "yes"To a guy that has killed someone

He looked at himself, seeing a murdererAt the mirror of the buildingWhat he saw was his younger faceWhen he was a child, with his brotherWhere is this brother, anyway?

Buried somewhere, several feet under the groundOr visiting any churchCalling the other people his "Brothers"The wise men no longer teach anythingHe thought over with his weak soulEven reasoning little

He used to pray, he used to prayBut the wooden crucifix didn't answer him at allBut the wooden crucifix, didn't answer him at allBut guess what, his crucifix, didn't answer him at all

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