Operário Vida Viola

I get up, dark, put on my boots
I kiss the boys and go to work
I take the transport full of people
Burning desire to get it right soon
In the lottery I risked on the corner
With the mega sena that I also tried

Poor poor man alone
Lives on dreams and
I put faith in the game I played
Poor poor man alone
Lives on dreams and
I put faith in the game I played

Weekend the illusion of being able to rest
I make my voucher and stop at a bar
And I take something to deceive myself
Of my sorrows and my pains
Of these grudges that we have

From the hard life that
If you go on and
Cheating in this back and forth
From the hard life that
If you go on and
Cheating in this back and forth

My shack is missing everything
How small my salary is
Like a chick squeezed into an egg
These people live only by faith in God
But sadness comes and bothers me
I pick up the guitar and sing a song
I have the black girl and my boys
This is the fate of this citizen
I pick up the guitar and sing for my friends
Talk to me you will win

But I don't even need to
Record a record I
I am already an artist because I survive
But I don't even need to
Record a record I
I am already an artist because I survive