Bala Perdida

Good morning, woman
Kiss me, hug me, pass me the coffee
And wish me 'Good luck'
Let it be as God wills
Because I'm going to work afraid of death
At times like these, I wish I had an armored car
So I could leave home with my head held high
And not be found by a stray bullet
Darling, I know you love me
But don't complain now, I have to go
Don't forget to put the kids under the bed when they go to sleep
Stay away from the window and don't open that door, no matter the reason
Please, my love, I don't want to find you dead if I come back home alive
But if I don't come back, don't cry
Because taking a stray bullet nowadays is normal
Much more common than natural death
Not even worth a newspaper headline
Bye! If I'm late, you don't have to wait for me to have dinner
And you can start praying
As usual, we are at war
As usual...
If you play with fire, you might get burned
But I don't want to be just another statistic
I don't want my body to become a tourist attraction
Bloody, victim of an unsolved crime, sent for ballistics examination
Every day two or three die
I just want to know when will be my turn
Where will it be?
At the circus, at the beach, at the supermarket, at the bar table?
Or in the bank line?
In the central train?
At the bus stop?
Stopped at the traffic light?
Or watching TV, in the safety of home?
Where will a stray bullet find me?
If I could choose, I would die sleeping without much pain
I know I'm still too young to die but the other day this wish almost came true:
A rifle bullet got lost in a shootout and ended up in the middle of my pillow
It didn't hit me directly because I was constipated, in the bathroom
Nowadays I lay down expecting the worst
And to make it easier, I already sleep in a suit
My coffin is also ready behind the door, wrapped in the Brazilian flag
And when I dream of the future, I wake up insecure
Listening to another rifle shot
As usual, we are at war
As usual...
I am a stray bullet, a damn bullet
Harmless, like an abandoned child
I am being unjustly accused
I am not guilty
If I'm here it's because I was fired
I didn't want to enter the gun but the finger was stronger
The finger put me in the gun, pulled the trigger, so why am I blamed for the death?
I wish I could be a honey bullet
Made with love, wrapped in paper
But you made me to end lives
Since I was born I've been a stray bullet
I've always been lost, by nature
Even in a suicide or in self-defense
Most haven't even realized yet:
You are much more lost than me
As usual, we are at war
As usual...