Onze
Guilherme de Sá
Eleven
Leave it behind
The good ones were never worth anything
In the mouth of someone who is useless
Don't sit at the table
Where someone is spoken ill of
When you get up you turn the subject around
The final target
Eleven will then say
Nail that sticks out, gets hammered
And if the wood cracks, poor ego
He who speaks once, does not speak twice
But whoever speaks ten, certainly
Speak eleven
Or more
Thirty, forty
Fifty!
Don't sit at the table
Where someone is spoken ill of
When you get up you turn the subject around
The final target
