12-18-2016, 12:10 AM
Three aluminum stars
Shining on a kerosene sky
A drunk asserting himself to be Caesar
Makes a solemn speech
Chinese shadows on the streets
Spiders are drawn in the webs
'Lockpicks' are impatient
Runs the 'horse' in the veins
There's a white light in the tent.
Inside a holy family
At the door an old tire with dirt
Where a bougainvillea grows
It's the tin crib...
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Hear a child's cry
Will be white, black or mulatto
Play the Trumpets of Hope
And settle well what date is
The moon bears good news
To the farthest suburbs
Warns pastors without a roof
Sad wandering 'wise men'
And there comes a sheet metal sun
Going up to advertise the day
Two little cardboard angels
Go singing 'Alleluia'
It's the tin crib...
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle bells, jingle bells
The child was born at last.
It was put here to false faith
The mother left him alone
The father doesn't know who it is.
It's the tin crib...
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Lyric from a song of Rui Veloso, I heard this afternoon.
Because it's Christmas everywhere, and it's Christmas for everybody, even for those who don't have, what we call, 'CHRISTMAS'!