Cálice [English translation]

Father, move this chalice away from me

Father, move this chalice away from me

Father, move this chalice away from me

Of red wine of blood

Father, move this chalice away from me (x3)

Of red wine of blood

How to drink this bitter beverage

Swallow the pain, swallow the toil

Even silent the night, there's the chest

Silence in the city is not heard

What's worth to me to be the son of the saint

It'd be better to be the son of the other

Other reality less dead

So many lies, so much brute strength

Father, move this chalice away from me

Father, move this chalice away from me

Father, move this chalice away from me

Of red wine of blood

How difficult it is to wake up silent

If in the dead of the night I'm screwed

I want to cast an inhuman scream

Which is a way to be heard

All this silence baffles me

Baffled, I remain attentive

In the bleachers to at any moment

See emerge the monster of the lagoon

Father, move this chalice away from me

Father, move this chalice away from me

Father, move this chalice away from me

Of red wine of blood

Very fat, the pig no longer walks

Very used, the knife no longer cuts

How hard it is, father, to open the door

This word trapped in my throat

This Homeric inebriation in the world

What good it is to have good will

Even silent the chest, there's the head

Of the drunken downtown

Father, move this chalice away from me

Father, move this chalice away from me

Father, move this chalice away from me

of red wine of blood

Maybe the world's not small (Shut up!)

Neither life is a consummated fact (Shut up!)

I want to invent my own sin (Shut up!)

I want to die of my own poison (Shut up!)

I want to completely lose your head (Shut up!)

My head lose your judgment (Shut up!)

I want to smell the smoke of diesel oil (Shut up!)

Get drunk until someone forgets me (Shut up!)

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