O Cristo de Madeira [English translation]

He left jail without a dime

The sun merciless on his face

He's one of the trippin' crazy ones

Beautiful, but never vain

A day that felt like thousand years

He came out reading the Bible

Life and death worth much the same

Evolution from new to old

He pulled on his disheveled hair

Looking at life like this outside his cell

Couldn't stand to stay still

Waiting for the escort

Life seemed so reticent

He knew his future and his effort

He thought back to his dead mother

Truth was his failed gospel

Lines in his face, he mulled over

Staring at the mass of concrete

And the feel of the cold fresh mass

Channeled his torment to his hands

He worked, he earned close to nothing

Be it hot or be it cold

Hard to find someone willing to accept

A man who's killed before

He saw himself a murderer

In the little building site mirror

He glimpsed his childhood face

As a boy with his brother

Where has his brother even been?

Lying in a shallow hole somewhere

Or attending some church where

He's been calling others "brother"

The wise no longer teach

He reflected on his wasted shadow

With what little he could reason

He would pray, oh how he prayed

But the wooden Christ said nothing

But the wooden Christ said nothing

But the Christ, what a joke, said nothing