Samba do Suicídio

I've been feeling down, it's no secret
Hard as a rock
And playing without luck
Poet of death in sports
And always unsuccessful in love
One day feeling down, picking up a newspaper
To use as a mattress
When I laid it on the floor
I read a news that confirmed my opinion
There were eighteen suicides that week
With the news read like that
I found a way out
Of the problem and life
Without wasting a minute
I climbed the viaduct
And threw myself into space
My God, what a failure
I was so consumed
That a distracted little wind
Blowing
Carried me through the air
To drop me on a wire
At the top of Santana
I walked back to the city
Which took a week
I went back to the problem
With a different approach
And took ant poison
And had the biggest surprise of my life
Discovering that
What they were serving
Here at the bar
Wasn't little armadillo
Fight tea
It was actual armadillo
The ant eater
It gave me chills
And a heat in my duodenum
So I toughened up
To let go of the poison
I then thought that what suits me best
Is to stay under the train
So it's certain I'll get in well
Without thinking anymore
I ran to Brás
And threw the carcass under
A 28-car steam train
And under these conditions
The result was fatal
See the news in the newspaper
Horrific derailment at the central station
So many dead and maimed
That I was a bit upset
I then looked for a confessor priest
Who advised me
Young man, don't be foolish
And shoot yourself in the head
But sir, I can't do that
I have a closed body
In the Zulu peace tent
Hard in brackets it wraps
And the sword slides on my bare chest
On that side, I don't give a chance to vultures
Nor will I live in Caju