Cifras
Quinta História

Tom: E

Introdução:

 G                                                                                                     D 
Quantos homens se perderam
                                                                                       C                                                                                           Cm 
Em busca de uma glória que a história não lhes deu
 G                                                                                     D 
Quando nem se discutia
                                                                                                           C                                                                     Cm 
O nhambú chorou bem baixo que a gente nem ouviu
 Am                                                                           Em 
Já não ouço mais o canto do índio
                         Am                                                                                                     Em 
E o riacho que outrora me banhava secou
                                       Am                                                                                                             Em 
A fauna morta aos poucos leva a gente com ela
                                 D                                                                                           Em                                               D 
Pode ser que a gente ainda possa entender o porque
 G                                                                                         D 
Lembro quando eu ouvia
                                                                                                       C                                                   Cm 
O bem-te-vi dando bom dia agradecendo ao sol
 G                                                                                                   D                                                                 C 
Lembro que haviam igarapés apressados cristalinos
                                                                                             Cm 
Fecundando o meu chão
 Am                                                             Em 
O riacho é esgoto agora
                                     Am                                                                             Em 
A mata-verde secou em descompasso
                                                                         Am                                     Em 
O espaço da história é negro e infinito
                                                                   D                               Em 
Não dá pra pensar sem sofrer