Текст и перевод песни Ana Carolina - O Cristo de Madeira

O Cristo de Madeira

Saiu da cadeia sem um puto
Sol na cara, monstruoso
Ele 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 o 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

The Christ of Wood

He left prison without a penny
Sunshine on his face, monstrous
He's got the soul of the crazies
Beautiful, but never vain

A day compared to a thousand years
He left reading the gospel
Life and death are worth the same
Evolution from the new to the old

He pulled at his unkempt hair
Seeing life outside the cell
He didn't want to stay there paralyzed
Waiting for the warden

Life seemed reticent
He knew about the future and work
He remembered his mother, already deceased
Truth was his failed principle

Thinking, with wrinkles on his face
He looked at the cement mass
The feel of the fresh mass
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 already killed

He looked at himself like a murderer
In the construction site's mirror
What he saw was his boyish face
As a child, with his brother

Where is his brother?
In some hole in the ground
Or does he go to some church
Calling others brothers?

Wise men don't teach anymore
Reflected his thin shadow
With the little he reasons
He prayed, he prayed

But the Christ of wood
Didn't tell him anything
But the Christ of wood
Didn't tell him anything
But the Christ, come on
Didn't tell him anything