Health, spending money, lust
Little else matters as a toast to my friend Joāo
With this toast I start a song (Salute)
That does not dispense with a certain reflection
In no time we were a boy
Try to be the Indian instead of being the cowboy
Choose your wars well
What doesn’t kill you, grinds
And ambition is good, but when it arrives, it destroys (no doubt)
Whoever talks to you knows nothing but goes halfway
It’s not worth doing it yourself
Whats the use of the journey if you don’t share the well-watered arrival
With your neighbour
Listen to my advice if you have turned
The true success is loving and being loved
If they tell you otherwise don’t be worried
Whistle to the side
Whistle to the side
Whistle to the side
Whistle to the side
I just want to be calm
Surrounded by some tings I need to have my peace
Why go after what I can’t control
When in fact the essential satisfies
Most are not necessarily right
Question was they tell you
Stay alert
Don’t be afraid to take chances
Life is an offering
But that door doesn’t stay open forever
Don’t waste a lot of time thinking about what they will say out there
When in doubt smile
Respect the will that pulsates within you
To live in full in the passage through here
Listen to my advice if you have turned
You don’t need luxury to feel fulfilled
If they tell you otherwise don’t be worried
Whistle to the side
Whistle to the side
Whistle to the side
Whistle to the side
(May nothing)
Whistle to the side
Whistle to the side, ya
Whistle to the side
There is always a sick man
On the way to work
In stopped traffic
That rude guy
Who never smiles or responds when greeted
Forgets
Don’t worry too much, bro
Worry about what is really important
As for the rest
You know
Whistle to the side
Whistle to the side