Pequeno Perfil de Um Cidadão Comum
Belchior
Little Profile of a Common Citizen
He was a regular guy
Like the ones you see on the street
Talking about business, laughing
Watching a nude woman show
Living the day and not the Sun
The night and not the Moon
He always woke up early
He was an urban bird
Boarding the subway
Our metropolitan
He was a man of good manners
Excuse me
It was a mistake
He was like those honest, good, and moved people
Who walk towards death thinking about winning in life
He was like those honest, good, and moved people
Who have at the end of the afternoon the feeling
Of a mission accomplished
He believed in God
And in other invisible things
He always said yes to his infallible masters
Well, having money, there are no impossible things
But the Lord's angel
Of whom the Holy Book speaks
Descended from heaven for a beer, next to him, in his corner
And death carried him, like a package, in its cloak
He was like those honest, good, and moved people
Who walk towards death thinking about winning in life
He was like those honest, good, and moved people
Who have at the end of the afternoon the feeling
Of a mission accomplished
May the earth be light upon him
