Meu Santo Tá Cansado

My saint is tired
I'm not going to say I have extra balance
I'm not in debt, but that's how a man's life is
A brake lining here
An engine making noise there
I'm not going to say I didn't lie

My saint is tired
That I'm all right and I know when to be a coward
I couldn't be everything I wanted, I set up some things
I took and gave turns like a dribble with no goal
That gets lost beyond the sideline, sideline
Like a dribble with no goal

Even without a blue wallet, I've always been a hard worker
Sometimes we follow the rules and end up in the gravel
Sometimes we chase after the deceased
There are games (go!) that start finished

I've sworn, I've sworn
With crossed fingers, with crossed fingers
I'm not here to be a jerk hero
To act like a fool
To act like a fool

I'm not here to kiss up to the blue uniform
There's no bowing here, I'm not in a hurry either
I'm not a holy water drinker
Pay attention to this, go on, kneel and pray
My blood has risen more than once
Like the blue sky, my April blue sky
Clean, polished, shining in the most beautiful sky in space
After the waters of March

I've sworn, I've sworn
With crossed fingers, with crossed fingers
I'm not here to be a jerk hero
To act like a fool
To act like a fool

I'm not here to kiss up to the blue uniform
There's no bowing here, I'm not in a hurry either
I'm not a holy water drinker
Pay attention to this, go on, kneel and pray
My blood has risen more than once, risen
Like the blue sky, my blue sky, blue, April blue
Clean, polished, shining in the most beautiful sky in space
After the waters of March

My saint is tired, is tired
My saint is tired, tired
My saint is tired, is tired
My saint is tired, tired, tired
Tired, my saint is, my saint is tired
My saint is tired
My saint is tired, tired

My saint is tired
My saint is, tired
My saint is tired
I've already sworn with crossed fingers
Because my saint is, tired