Volta Da Sorte
Fundo de Quintal
Lucky Return
Left work and met friends
Played and drank until late hours
The return of luck that escapes is difficult
Lost the salary, what to do now
Rent is overdue, the light and water
The monthly shopping, remorse devours
Took another sip, thought about the family
At his daughter's school, he sits and cries
La-la-ia
Swore to himself, never again will I gamble
I won't go to the bar
I'll live, without drinking, without gambling
He lied, lying is an old and good customer
Because he knows that tomorrow
He will drink, he will gamble, he will lose again
