This grave where you lie, just a few fingers wide
Is the smallest bill you’ve paid in life
It has just the right volume, neither wide nor deep
It’s the portion you get of the estate
It's not a big grave, it’s just right, precise
It’s the land you wanted to see divided
It’s a big grave for a little dead
No more space around than when you were in the world
It’s a big grave for a nothing dead
But here, more than in the world, you are comfortably
It’s a big grave, your flesh is little
But when it comes to donated land, you don't look a gift horse in the mouth
It’s the land you wanted to see divided
It’s the portion you get of the estate
It’s the land you wanted to see divided
It’s the portion you get of the estate
It’s the smallest bill you’ve paid in life
It’s the portion you get of the estate
It’s the land you wanted to see divided
No more space around than when you were in the world
But here, more than in the world, you are comfortably
But when it comes to donated land, you don't look a gift horse in the mouth
But when it comes to donated land, you don't look a gift horse in the mouth
Funerale di un contadino (Funeral de um lavrador) - Chico Buarque [Per un pugno di samba 1970] 