Текст и перевод песни Paul Mauriat - Naquela Mesa

Naquela Mesa

Naquela mesa ele sentava sempre
E me dizia sempre o que é viver melhor
Naquela mesa ele contava histórias
Que hoje na memória eu guardo e sei de cor
Naquela mesa ele juntava gente
E contava contente o que fez de manhã
E nos seus olhos era tanto brilho
Que mais que seu filho
Eu fiquei seu fã

Eu não sabia que doía tanto
Uma mesa num canto, uma casa e um jardim
Se eu soubesse o quanto dói a vida
Essa dor tão doída não doía assim
Agora resta uma mesa na sala
E hoje ninguém mais fala do seu bandolim

Naquela mesa tá faltando ele
E a saudade dele tá doendo em mim
Naquela mesa tá faltando ele
E a saudade dele tá doendo em mim

At That Table

At that table he would always sit
And tell me what it means to live better, bit by bit
At that table he would tell stories
Which I now remember and know by heart, each line
At that table he would gather people
And share his morning's joy, he would never keep it
And in his eyes there was so much light
More than his son
I became his fun

I didn't know it would hurt this bad
A table in a quiet corner, a house, and a graden
If I knew how much life would hurt
This pain wouldn't be so intense, wouldn't feel so absurd
Now there's just a table in the living room
And today, no one talks about his mandolin

At that table, he is missing
And my longing for him is so strong, it's killing
At that table, he is missing
And my longing for him is so strong, it's killing