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I take my guitar
And I sing this life running like this
I know it's little and it's not comforting
There isn't even a Portuguese stew
Whoever sings always gets up
It is only when we are silent that we can fall
With wine you wet your throat
If the new moon is about to rise

That behind times come times
And other times will come

I know true stories
Some beautiful and some hauntingly sad
Of the dead sailor on land
Fighting for a better life at sea
Of the old maid dismissed
Who went crazy and started singing
And from the ragman on the avenue
Having barely slept, he began to listen

That behind the times come times
And other times will come

I know about victories and defeats
In this fight we will win
If those who work do not get exhausted
You have your salary always falling
Look at the policeman, look at the cutlery
Look at the price of life rising
But whoever does evil for evil's sake, wait
The tyrant made a window to escape

That behind times come times
And other times will come

But this time that must come
You don't wait like the night waits for the day
It is born from the strength that transpires
With arms and legs in harmony
Enough of this misfortune
That we have falling in our chest
It is not of the people nor of the race
But the way you see the future