Lyrics of Naquela Mesa - Otto

Naquela Mesa (original)

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

(translation)

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