Operário Vida Viola

I wake up, dark, put on my boots
Kiss the kids and go to work
I take the crowded transport
Burning desire to succeed soon
In the lottery I risked on the corner
With the mega sena that I also tried

Poor of the poor
Only lives on dreams
I have faith in the game I played
Poor of the poor
Only lives on dreams
I have faith in the game I played

Weekend, the illusion of being able to rest
I cash my check and stop at a bar
And have a drink to deceive myself
About my sorrows and my pains
About these grudges we hold

Of the tough life
That keeps going
Deceiving in this back and forth
Of the tough life
That keeps going
Deceiving in this back and forth

In my shack, everything is missing
How small my salary is
Like a chick tight in the egg
This people only live on faith in God
But when sadness comes and bothers me
I grab the guitar and sing a song
I have my woman and my kids
This is the destiny of this citizen
I grab the guitar and sing for my friends
They tell me you will succeed

But I don't even need
To record an album
I'm already an artist for surviving
But I don't even need
To record an album
I'm already an artist for surviving