O Rappa — Súplica Cearense song lyrics and translation

The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Súplica Cearense" by O Rappa.

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 cÃ(c)u demais,
Chuva tem,
Tem, tem, não tem,
E quando tem,
à demais.
Pobreza demais,
Como tem demais!(Falta demais),
à 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!!!

Lyrics translation

Oh! God,
Forgive this poor fellow,
Who on his knees prayed a little,
Asking for rain fall,
Fall nonstop.
Oh! God,
Is that the Lord is angry,
And that's just why the sun stopped,
Making fall every rain there is.
Oh! Lord,
I asked the sun to hide a little bit,
I asked for rain,
But rain softly,
To see if a plant was born,
A plant in the ground.
Oh! Oh, My God.,
If I didn't pray right,
The fault is the subject,
Of the poor who does not even know how to do the prayer.
Oh, My God.,
Forgive fill my eyes with water,
And have asked you full of money,
Pro inclement Sun,
If you stop, withdraw.
Sorry, ask all the time,
To come winter and now,
Hell burns my humble cake.
Oh! Lord,
I asked the sun to hide a little bit,
I asked for rain,
But rain softly,
To see if a plant was born in the ground,
Plant on the floor.
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 € "â €" â € "â €" â€",
Too much theft,
Welcome to ,
Too sad.
The interest has too much!
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Too hungry,
Too much is missing,
Too much promise,
Too dry,
Itâ € ™ s just a matter of time.
There in c (c) u too,
Rain has,
Have, have, don't have,
And when it has,
It's too much.
Too much poverty,
How much!(Missing too much),
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 € "â €" â € "â €" â€",
Too dry,
Too much theft,
People suffer too much.
Oh! Nothing much.
Oh! God.
Oh! God.
Only if you have God.
Oh! God.
Oh! hunger.
Oh! interest too much,
Too much to go!!!