Hoje Quem Paga Sou Eu

Back in the day in my happy times
When I was coming home from work
From this bar someone shouted ironically
Come in bro, the guy is going to pay

There was always someone buying a drink
For the simple right to speak
There was always a tragedy between two glasses
In the laughter of a sobbing wretch

I knew I was an outsider in this environment
A foreigner on the border of this bar
But I drank, others paid and I left
To the blessed world of my home

Today, I make this bar a branch
From my home that currently doesn't exist
I have my story to tell
A story that is both bitter and sad

I'm just a shadow that dives
In the ocean of drink, your past
I am part of this strange brotherhood
Of vermouth, brandy and trace

But if a friend passes by on the street
At whose door misfortune has not knocked
I shout to you to come into this bar and drink with me
Today I'm the one who pays!

Today, I make this bar a branch
From my home that currently doesn't exist
I have my story to tell
A story that is both bitter and sad

I'm just a shadow that dives
In the ocean of drink, your past
I am part of this strange brotherhood
Of vermouth, brandy and trace

But if a friend passes by on the street
At whose door misfortune has not knocked
I shout to you to come into this bar and drink with me
Today I'm the one who pays!