Sambinha

I'm sorry for my absence
I'm busy asking for permission
Please don't get mad
I promise I'll find a job

My life never cools down
From bar to bar the world spins
I carry smoke and flour with me
Bottle, coin, best friends

Whether in the alley or in the square
The cars suck me in with their smoke
I don't know if it's April, February, or March
I bump into time, disguise life

Street asphalt, sewer lid
Without a bed and without a pillow
I sleep in fear and wake up tired
I have no future, I live in the past

I chose to see the world in black and white, without love
But when I dream covered with my cloak, I feel pain
I chose to see the world in black and white, yes sir
But when I dream covered with my cloak, so much color

I'm sorry for my absence
I'm busy asking for permission
Please don't get mad
I promise I'll find a job

My life never cools down
From bar to bar the world spins
I carry smoke and flour with me
Bottle, coin, best friends

I chose to see the world in black and white, without love
But when I dream covered with my cloak, I feel pain
I chose to see the world in black and white, yes sir
But when I dream covered with my cloak, so much color