Rotina Brasileira

5 in the morning, the day begins
Again late, again in a hurry
This is João, the building's caretaker
Work ten hours, average Brazilian
But me too, same bus, same engine

I'm going after my run
I arrive at work
Submit the report or the leather will eat
One hour for lunch, I know it's not enough
There are people with less, that's why I don't even talk

The chicken is hot, the rice is hot
But as always, the beans are cold
Coming back from work, two hours a day
I feel like sardines, all canned
But I don't complain, there's my cousin

Has been unemployed for more than two years
And on his cell phone, a 15-year-old kid who made a million
Just in the last month, it makes you feel guilty about who you are
And you ask yourself: Why didn't you do it?
And when I lie down, I think: Why don't I win?

How are we already in December?
How do I find more time
Losing sleep with questions
That tomorrow I no longer remember
Always no time, always sleepy

Always happy in front of the owner
But that's okay, I worked so hard this year
I know this because he has a new car
I wake up Monday, I want to be the first
It doesn't last a second, the thirteenth

I already sold my vacation, paid my installments
And they charge me with interest, because I'm Brazilian
My life is my time and time is money
I don't have one, the other isn't even mentioned
But around here, money is everything, and apparently my life is nothing

And when I lie down, I think
Why don't I win? How are we already in December?
How do I find more time
Losing sleep with questions about tomorrow
I no longer remember