Na Hora do Almoço – Belchior Lyrics
Artist: Na Hora do Almoço
Song: Belchior
In the centre of the room, in front of the table
At the bottom of a plate: food and sadness
We look at each other, touch and keep quiet
And fall apart the moment we speak
Fear, fear, fear, fear
Fear, fear
Everyone keeps their own secret
Your hand closed, your open mouth
Your chest deserted, your hand still
Closed and sealed and wet with fear
Father at the bedside: “It’s time for lunch”
My mom calls me: “It’s time for lunch”
My younger sister, she has a black hair
My grandmother complains: “It’s time for lunch”
Hey, boy
And I’m still just a young boy for such sorrow
Let’s get on with things, let’s look after life
Or death or something similar will come
And drag us away, young men, without having seen life
Or something like it, or something like it
Or something like it, or something like it
Or something like it, or something like it
Or something like it, or something like it
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Na Hora do Almoço Lyrics – Belchior
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Release Year: 1991