Atrás Dos Tempos

I grab my guitar
and sing this life running like this
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 stay silent that we can fall
with wine, wet the throat
if the new moon is about to rise

behind the times come times
and other times will come

I know true stories
some beautiful, others hauntingly sad
tales 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
barely slept, started listening

behind the times come times
and other times will come

I know victories and defeats
in this fight we will win
if those who work don't get exhausted
their salary always decreasing
look at the cop, look at the cutlery
look at the price of life rising
but those who do wrong, wait for it
the tyrant made a window to escape

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's born from the strength of arms and legs in harmony
enough of so much misfortune
that we have in our hearts falling
it's not about the people or the race
but about how you see the future