O Cristo de Madeira [English translation]

He got out of jail without a dime

And the Sun shone on his face

He belongs to the "trip" soul of the crazy

Beauty, but never vain

One day that is compared to a thousand years

He got out reading the Gospel 1

Life and death are worth the same thing

An evolution from the new to the ancient

He pulled his tangled hair

Seeing his life outside his cell

He didn't want to stand still there

Waiting for the sentinel

His life already seemed reticent

He knew about his future and his work

He remembered his already dead mother

Truth has been his lame principle

Thinking with many wrinkles on his face

He looked at the cement

The feeling of the fresh mass of cement

Transmitted his torments to his hands

He worked and received almost nothing

Either it was hot or cold

It was hard to find people who would say "yes"

To a guy that has killed someone

He looked at himself, seeing a murderer

At the mirror of the building

What he saw was his younger face

When he was a child, with his brother

Where is this brother, anyway?

Buried somewhere, several feet under the ground

Or visiting any church

Calling the other people his "Brothers"

The wise men no longer teach anything

He thought over with his weak soul

Even reasoning little

He used to pray, he used to pray

But the wooden crucifix didn't answer him at all

But the wooden crucifix, didn't answer him at all

But guess what, his crucifix, didn't answer him at all

1. An account that describes the life of Jesus of Nazareth

• Artist:Ana Carolina
• Album:Quarto