Os Funerais Do Coelho Branco
Dance of Days Lyrics


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Tento pensar em coisas
Que não me deixem lembrar
Das noites em que
Fiz planos para
Trocar os meus olhos
Por estes restos de comida ruim
Cinzas de cigarros molhados
Impressas no tapete
Festas em que estive
E ninguém me viu
Atirar bolo aos peixes.

Pra que teorizar sobre estar só
Se o inverso de ser feliz
É a certeza de saber que
Nem sempre temos
Respostas que queremos ouvir

Então me liga! - ela disse.




Na verdade sequer lembra o meu nome.
Ligo sim... é claro.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Dance of Days's song Os Funerais Do Coelho Branco deal with a sense of detachment and disillusionment, as the singer attempts to distract themselves from their memories of past nights where they made plans to replace their eyes with scraps of bad food or ashes from wet cigarettes. The parties they attended seemed to overlook them entirely, and they resorted to throwing cake at fish as a form of release. The lyrics suggest that such moments never bring true happiness, and that the opposite of being happy is not necessarily being lonely. The song ends with the singer receiving a phone call from someone who doesn't even remember their name, prompting them to reply that of course they'll answer.


The lyrics of Os Funerais Do Coelho Branco suggest a sense of disillusionment with the world and a struggle to find meaning in a seemingly meaningless existence. They speak to the disconnect and isolation that can be felt in social situations, where one can be surrounded by many people and still feel alone. However, the song also suggests that there may be some value in continuing to connect with others, even in the face of such disillusionment.


Line by Line Meaning

Tento pensar em coisas
I try to think of things


Que não me deixem lembrar
That don't let me remember


Das noites em que
Of the nights when


Fiz planos para
I made plans to


Trocar os meus olhos
Exchange my eyes


Por estes restos de comida ruim
For these remains of bad food


Cinzas de cigarros molhados
Wet cigarette ashes


Impressas no tapete
Imprinted on the carpet


Festas em que estive
Parties I attended


E ninguém me viu
And no one saw me


Atirar bolo aos peixes.
Throw cake at the fish.


Pra que teorizar sobre estar só
Why theorize about being alone


Se o inverso de ser feliz
If the opposite of being happy


É a certeza de saber que
Is the certainty of knowing that


Nem sempre temos
We don't always have


Respostas que queremos ouvir
Answers we want to hear


Então me liga! - ela disse.
Then call me! - she said.


Na verdade sequer lembra o meu nome.
In truth, she doesn't even remember my name.


Ligo sim... é claro.
I'll call... of course.




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