Cada Um Com Seu Cada Qual

Some people go to the market
Some people come back from the bar
People at the patron saint's mass
People by the seaside
Let each one do as they please (each one)
Whoever wants can do the same (do the same)
I live my way
I don't change at all
Each to their own (each to their own)

Those who speak ill of others
I don't listen and I boast about it
I give a mischievous smile
And point to the tip of the tail
The torn one who speaks of the torn
The torn one who speaks of the frayed
With me in the room, I give a sideways glance
To the annoying one and I go to the other side

Some people go to the market

Those who take themselves too seriously
In this chit-chat they get lost
They cling to reason and criteria
And one day their branch breaks
They see that life is half and half
Divided like this: Leisure and work
And that they sunbathed in the summer
In the midst of daily work

Some people go to the market

Those who notice ugliness
Seek a cure for their own face
Lean on their thickness
Distill bitterness and don't heal
Have a fixation on disorder
Give a hard time and not just one but several
With me in the area, I get furious
The place for dryness is in the Sahara

Some people go to the market