I fire at the Sun
I am strong, I am perchance
My machine-gun is loaded with grief
I am a man
Tired of running
In the opposite direction
Without a podium on arrival nor a girlfriend's kiss
I am just another man
But if you think
That I am defeated
Know that I am still rolling the dice
Because time, time doesn't stop
Some days yes, others no
I keep on surviving without a scratch
Of the charity of those whom hate me
Your pool if full of rats
Your ideas don't correspond to the facts
Time doesn't stop
I see the future repeat the past
I see a museum of grand novelties
Time doesn't stop
No it doesn't, it does not stop
I don't have a date for commemoration
At times my days pass by in pairs
Searching for a needle in a haystack
In the cold nights it's better to never be born
In hot nights, the choice: kill or die
And so we become Brazilians
They call you thief, queer, pothead
They transform the country into a whorehouse
That way more money is made
Your pool if full of rats
Your ideas don't correspond to the facts
Time doesn't stop
No it doesn't, it does not stop