Uma Cantiga de Desemprego

I smoke a cigarette lying down
in the month of January
I close the curtain of life
groan in February
and look for work
in this hope of March

I'm tired of so much April
and what I don't do
I peek through a funnel
the promise of May
because waiting promised
I won't fall for that

I burn the days of June
in the hot sun of July
I rub my hands happily
with a smile of rubble
much to your dismay
I have dinner with you in silence
and slowly forgotten
goodbye in August
my lost September
in a corner that I brush against
and think of October
as little as I can

but when I feel the truth
of what tires me
there was never a will
for the time of wandering
I feel strength in November
I swear to fight in December