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I pick up my guitar
And sing like this
This life
Running
I know it's little and doesn't console
Not even a Portuguese stew is there
Those who sing always rise
It's when we're silent that we can fall
With wine, the throat gets wet
If the new moon is about to rise
That behind the times come times
And other times will come
I know true stories
Some beautiful
Others hauntingly sad
Of the sailor dead on land
Fighting for a better life at sea
Of the old maid dismissed
Who went mad and started singing
And the ragman from the avenue
Who barely slept and started listening
That behind the times come times
And other times will come
I know of victories and defeats
In this fight that must be won
If those who work don't exhaust
In their salary always decreasing
Look at the police
Look at the cutlery
Look at the price of life rising
But those who do wrong
Should expect wrong in return
If the tyrant had a party
To escape
That behind the times come times
And other times will come
But that time that will come
Is not awaited like the night
Awaits the day
It arises from the force that transpires
From arms and legs in harmony
There's already enough misfortune
That people have in their hearts
Falling
It's not about the people
Or the race
But about how you see the future
That behind the times come times
And other times will come