Made love at that time as if it was the last one
Kissed his woman as if she was the last one
And to every one of his children as if he was the unique
And crossed the street with his shy step
Climbed the construction as if he was a machine
He built in the landing four solid walls
Brick with brick in a magic design
His eyes dull by the concrete and tears
He seated for resting as if it was Saturday
Ate beans and rice as if he was a prince
Drank and sobbed as if he was a castaway
Danced and laughed as if he was listening music
And stumbled in the sky as if he was a drunk
And floated in the air as if he was a bird
And ended in the land as a flaccid package
He agonized in the middle of the public esplanade
He died at the wrong way bothering the traffic
Made love that time as if he was the last one
He kissed his woman as if she was the single one
And to every one of his children as if he was the prodigal
And crossed the street whith his drunk step
Climbed the construction as if it was solid
He built in the landing four magic walls
Brick with brick in a logical design
His eyes dull by the concrete and traffic
He seated for resting as if he was a prince
Ate beans and rice as if it tops
Drank and sobbed as if he was a machine
Danced and laughed as if he was the next one
And stumbled in the sky as if he was listening music
And floated in the air as if it was Saturday
And finished in the land as a shy package
He agonized in the middle of the castaway esplanade
He died at the wrong way bothering the public
Made love that time as if he was a machine
He kissed his woman as if it was logic
He built in the landing four flaccid walls
He sat down to rest as if it was a bird
And floated in the air as if it was a prince
And ended in the land as a drunk package
He died at the wrong way bothering Saturday
For this bread to eat, for this soil to sleep
The certification for being born and the license for smiling
For letting me to breath, for letting me to exist
Shall God pays you
For the free cachaza (alcohol) that we get to swallow
For the smoke and the misfortune that we have to cough
For the hanging scaffold from that we have to fall
Shall God pays you
For the moaning woman to praise and spit us
And for the flies, insects to kiss and cover us
And for the final peace that will then redeems us
Shall God pays you