Um Dia Útil

in the morning I got up, peed
read the newspaper
without brushing my teeth

drank coffee with milk (as always in a hurry)
I got ready, went to work
didn't even remember to say bye to the folks at home

I went to play music with my musician friends
then I sing (all day I sing)
and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing

sometimes to no one because it's a rehearsal
sometimes to no one even if it's not a rehearsal
but always with my musician friends

and when the crowd comes
it seems like I'm so important
then everything ends
and I quietly go back home

and when I get home
everyone is sleeping
it's all dark
dark as hell

I look at the street through the house window
it's dawn
I'm alone with them sleeping

turn off
the last light in the house
collide
until the kids' room

kiss them, one by one
cover them, one by one
stumble a lot
to get to my bed

I give
a light and lingering kiss
on the hair
of my sleeping wife

I take off my clothes
I lie awake
I'm naked
I cover myself
eyes wide open in a crack of light on the ceiling

and I dream alone
with my tiny heart
my understanding also tiny
of all things together

I, afraid of death, and everything else
dreaming alone, I wonder
if when we sing someone pays attention to the lyrics

but I try to try to sleep
then a bunch of doubts come
that we have when working as an artist

and comes faith and comes sadness and comes joy
and desire and paranoia and fantasy
and Dionysus and dictatorship

and I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know...
I fall asleep
I need to sleep a little
and dream a lot

because if the guy doesn't rest he can't sing properly
and doesn't bring substance
to the heart of the common citizen

and tomorrow is another big day
a common day of hard work
a big day
like a diamond

a long beautiful day
a damn hard and beautiful day
I get paid to shine
on a useful day

a useful day
a useful day
a useful day