Naquela Mesa - Elizeth Cardoso, Sergio Bittencourt

Naquela mesa ele sentava sempre

E me dizia sempre o que é viver melhor

Naquela mesa ele contava histórias

Que hoje na memória eu guardo e sei de cor

Naquela mesa ele juntava gente

E contava contente o que fez de manhã

E nos seus olhos era tanto brilho

Que mais que seu filho

Eu fiquei seu fã

Eu não sabia que doía tanto

Uma mesa num canto, uma casa e um jardim

Se eu soubesse o quanto dói a vida

Essa dor tão doída, não doía assim

Agora resta uma mesa na sala

E hoje ninguém mais fala do seu bandolim

Naquela mesa ta faltando ele

E a saudade dele ta doendo em mim

Naquela mesa ta faltando ele

E a saudade dele ta doendo em mim

At that table he always sat

And he always told me what it's like to live better

At that table he told stories

That today in my memory I keep and I know by heart

At that table he gathered people

And he happily told what he did in the morning

And in his eyes there was so much shine

What more than your son

I became your fan

I didn't know it hurt so much

A table in a corner, a house and a garden

If I only knew how much life hurts

This pain so hurt, it didn't hurt like this

There is now a table in the room

And today, no one talks about their mandolin anymore

At that table he was missing

And his longing is hurting me

At that table he was missing

And his longing is hurting me