O Gás Acabou

The gas ran out, there's little food,
The money ran out
Payment is far away,
The thirteenth salary hasn't come yet
Zé's little coins
That he saved to buy the cleats
If the advance fails
It's enough to cover the market expenses

And here I am
Asking for a ride to go to work
Thinking about the mother of my kids
Who never complains
And is always singing
Whatever God wants

Poor is this suffering
Only receives an advance in the payment

Yesterday's day, added to today is the same routine
And to disguise my distraction, it's the corner bar
Idle talk, that leads nowhere just to distract
And we get tired, then go home to have dinner and sleep

And here I am...