Cálice [English translation]

Father, take from me this chalice

Father, take from me this chalice

Father, take from me this chalice

Of red wine of blood

How does one consume this bitter drink

Swallow the pain, swallow the struggle

The mouth may be silenced but the chest remains

One does not hear the silence in the city

What does it matter that I am the son of the Virgin

Better I were the son of the other woman

Another less mortal truth

So many lies, so much brutal force

How difficult it is to awake silent

If in the silent of the night I curse myself

I want to launch an inhuman cry

As a way to be heard

Stunned by all that silence

While stunned I remain alert

In the terrace at any moment

I witness the rise of the monster from the lagoon

From excess weight, the sow no longer walks

From overuse, the knife no loger cuts

How difficult it is, Father, to open the door

That word stuck in my throat

That homeric trembling in the world

What does it matter to have good will

The chest may be silenced but the head remains

From the drunkards within the city

Perhaps the world is not small

Nor life a given reality

I want to invent my own sin

I want to die by my own poison

I want to lose your mind for good

My head losing your wisdom

I want to smell diesel fumes

Get drunk to the point where someone forgets me.

• Artist:Chico Buarque
• Album:Chico Buarque (1978)