Blues da Piedade [English translation]

Now I'll sing to the miserable people

That roam around the world, defeated

To these not well sowed seeds

That are already born seeming to have been aborted

To the people with a very little soul

Who grieve over little stuff

Always wanting what they don't have

To those who can see a light

But who can't shine a light on their mini-certainties

They're always counting money

And it doesn't change when there's a full moon

To those who don't know how to love

They keep waiting

For someone to fit their dreams

Like varices that worsen

Like bugs around the lamp

Let's ask for mercy

Oh Lord, mercy

To these coward and fogy1 people

Let's ask for mercy

Oh Lord, mercy

Give them greatness and a little bit of courage

I want to sing only to the weak people

That are in the world but who are wasting their time here

I want to sing them the blues

With a preacher and the bass drum at the square

Let's ask for mercy

Because there's a fire burning under the sparse rain drops

When talking about disgrace, we're all the same

Let's sing the blues about mercy

Let's ask for mercy

1. A person with old-fashioned ideas