Inspired by my poem: "Évora", read this and other poems at olhoabsurdo.blogspot.com [Verse 1] Évora, Évora, Évora between holy negotiations And faithless prayers, I awoke I went, a lost wanderer Forward in resistance Bargaining for freedoms Swiftly, step by step With no time to think [Chorus] What is there to pray to you for If in the end I am like you? What is there to pray to you for If I will partake of the earth? Just dust and stone... Partake of the earth [Verse 2] Yesterday I raised prayers Knees scraped from pilgrimage The most fervent servant Today I sin and I ask The body grows tired The soul falls dark [Chorus] What is there to pray to you for If in the end I am like you? What is there to pray to you for If I will partake of the earth? Just dust and stone... Partake of the earth [Bridge] “─ Lord of the Steps, I have no faith left! Save other hands, beggars on Calvary! Leave mine behind, they belong to the ground.” [Outro] Those hands that will plaster my spoils... In the Chapel of Bones. With a spirit from above With a spirit from above In Évora. In Évora. [fade out] [End]
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