Composer: Falamansa
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The English translation is below the Portuguese lyrics
Full lyrics
Oh! Deus,
Perdoe esse pobre coitado,
Que de joelhos rezou um bocado,
Pedindo pra chuva cair,
Cair sem parar.
Oh! Deus,
Será que o senhor se zangou,
E é só por isso que o sol se arretirou,
Fazendo cair toda chuva que há.
Oh! Senhor,
Pedi pro sol se esconder um pouquinho,
Pedi pra chover,
Mas chover de mansinho,
Pra ver se nascia uma planta,
Uma planta no chão.
Oh! Meu Deus,
Se eu não rezei direito,
A culpa é do sujeito,
Desse pobre que nem sabe fazer a oração.
Meu Deus,
Perdoe encher meus olhos d'água,
E ter-lhe pedido cheio de mágoa,
Pro sol inclemente,
Se arretirar, retirar.
Desculpe, pedir a toda hora,
Pra chegar o inverno e agora,
O inferno queima o meu humilde Ceará.
Oh! Senhor,
Pedi pro sol se esconder um pouquinho,
Pedi pra chover,
Mas chover de mansinho,
Pra ver se nascia uma planta no chão,
Planta no chão.
Violência demais,
Chuva não tem mais,
Roubo demais,
Política demais,
Tristeza demais.
O interesse tem demais!
Violência demais,
Fome demais,
Falta demais,
Promessa demais,
Seca demais,
Chuva não tem mais!
Lá no céu demais,
Chuva tem,
Tem, tem, não tem,
E quando tem,
É demais.
Pobreza demais,
Como tem demais!(Falta demais),
É demais,
Chuva não tem mais,
Seca demais,
Roubo demais,
Povo sofre demais.
Oh! demais.
Oh! Deus.
Oh! Deus.
Só se tiver Deus.
Oh! Deus.
Oh! fome.
Oh! interesse demais,
Falta demais...!
Translation
Oh! God,
Forgive this poor wretch,
Who knelt and prayed a while,
Asking for the rain to fall,
To fall without stopping.
Oh! God,
Could it be that you're angry,
And that's why the sun has retreated,
Making all the rain fall that there is.
Oh! Lord,
I asked for the sun to hide a little,
I asked for it to rain,
But to rain gently,
To see if a plant would grow,
A plant in the ground.
Oh! My God,
If I didn't pray right,
The fault lies with this fellow,
This poor man who doesn't even know how to pray.
My God,
Forgive me for filling my eyes with tears,
And for asking you full of sorrow,
For the relentless sun,
To retreat, to withdraw.
Forgive me for asking all the time,
For winter to arrive and now,
Hell burns my humble Ceará.
Oh! Lord,
I asked for the sun to hide a little,
I asked for it to rain,
But to rain gently,
To see if a plant would grow in the ground,
A plant in the ground.
Too much violence,
There's no more rain,
Too much theft,
Too much politics,
Too much sadness.
There's too much self-interest!
Too much violence,
Too much hunger,
Too much lack,
Too many promises,
Too much drought,
There's no more rain!
Up there in the sky, there's too much,
There is rain,
There is, there is, there isn't,
And when there is,
There's too much.
Too much poverty,
How much there is! (Too much lack),
There's too much,
There's no more rain,
Too much drought,
Too much theft,
The people suffer too much.
Oh! Too much.
Oh! God.
Oh! God.
Only if there is God.
Oh! God.
Oh! Hunger.
Oh! Too much self-interest,
Too much lack...!
