O Cristo de Madeira - Multishow Ao Vivo - Ana Carolina Übersetzung ins Englische

O Cristo de Madeira - Multishow Ao Vivo

Saiu da cadeia sem um puto, sol na cara monstruoso
É da alma "trip" dos malucos
Belo, mas nunca vaidoso
Um dia comparado a mil anos saiu lendo o evangelho
Vida e morte valem o mesmo tanto, evolução do novo para o velho
Puxava seus cabelos desgrenhados, vendo a vida assim fora da cela
Não quis ficar ali parado aguardando a sentinela
A vida parecia reticente, sabia do futuro e do trabalho
Lembrou de sua mãe já falecida, verdade era seu princípio falho
Pensando com rugas no rosto, olhava a massa de cimento
A sensação da massa fresca transmitia às mãos o seu tormento
Trabalhava, ganhava quase nada, fazendo frio ou calor
Difícil era quem aceitasse um cara que já matou
Se olhou como um assassino no espelhinho da construção
O que viu foi sua cara de menino quando criança com seu irmão
Aonde anda seu irmão?
Em algum buraco pelo chão
Ou frequenta alguma igreja chamando a outros de irmãos
Sábios não ensinam mais, refletiu sua sombra magra
Com o pouco que raciocina ele orava, ele orava
Mas o Cristo de madeira não lhe dizia nada
Mas o Cristo de madeira não lhe dizia nada
Mas o Cristo, brincadeira, não lhe dizia nada

Wooden Christ - Multishow Live

Got out of prison without a penny, monstrous sunshine
It's the soul of the crazy people
Beautiful, but never vain
One day compared to a thousand years, he went out reading the gospel
Life and death are worth the same, the evolution of the new to the old
He pulled his disheveled hair, seeing life like this outside the cell
He didn't want to stay there waiting for the guard
Life seemed reluctant, he knew about the future and about work
He remembered his deceased mother, truth was his flawed principle
Thinking with wrinkles on his face, he looked at the cement mass
The feel of the fresh cement transmitted his torment to his hands
He worked, earned almost nothing, in cold or heat
It was hard to find someone who would accept a guy who had already killed
He looked at himself like a murderer in the construction mirror
What he saw was his boyish face as a child with his brother
Where is his brother?
Somewhere down a hole
Or he goes to church calling others brothers
The wise no longer teach, his thin shadow reflected
With the little that he reasons he prayed, he prayed
But the wooden Christ didn't tell him anything
But the Wooden Christ didn't tell him anything
But the Christ, kidding me, didn't tell him anything