Pros Que Estão Em Casa

Until early in the morning
I waited for the phone call
Covering with a sieve
The rising sun

I won't have breakfast
Or brush my teeth
I'll have brandy
Like the sun that burns the square

Good morning, good afternoon
Good night, I want to slap
With a quiff and face
I saw New York hospitalized

And my love led to nothing
Not even raised eyebrows
And at this point in the fact
There's not even smoke from the exhaust pipe