Buscando mirando
Leize
Searching, Looking
He hits the street once more
With his routine and his anxiety
Always acting on inertia
No longer thinking about the why
With a face of lament
And without having slept well
He presents himself before the clock
His feared judge
Prisoner of the system
In exchange for security
He serves the sentence
Of the work schedule
Searching, looking, rolling on the ground
Searching, looking, rolling on the ground
After the workday
He returns home to rest
Nervous and overwhelmed
On the verge of exploding
Friction, arguments
That manage to affect
His relationships
And family environment
He assumes as always
Not making it to the end of the month
He curses his present
As he tightens his belt
Searching, looking, rolling on the ground
Searching, looking, rolling on the ground
