Construction
Maked 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 unic
And crossed the street whith his shy step
Climbed to the costruction 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 to rest as if it was Saturday
Ate beans and rice as if he was a prince
Drank and laughed as if he was listening music
And stumbled in the sky 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 confusing the traffic
Maked 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 to the costruction 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 to rest as if he was a prince
Ate beans and rice as if it was the maximun
Drank and sobed as if he was a machine
Danced and laughed as if he was the next one
And stumbled in the sky as if he listened 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 shipwreck esplanade
He died at the wrong way confusing the public
Maked 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
And ended in the land as a drunk package
He died at the wrong way confusing Saturday
For this bread to eat, for this soil for to sleep
The certainty for to be born and the license for to smile
For to let me to breath, for to let 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
Fort the hanging scaffold from that we have to fall
Shall God pays you
For the moaning woman that to praises us and spits us
And for the flies, insects for to kiss us and for to cover us
And for the final peace that will redeems us at the end
Shall God pays you