Eu Também Vou Reclamar

But it's just that now to be successful
To sell a protest record
Everyone has to complain

I'm going to take my foot off the road
And I'm going to join in this game too
And let's see now who can handle it

Because I was the first
And so many Januarys have passed
But if everyone likes it, I'll come back

I'm locked in my room
In pajamas because there's a strange visitor in the living room
Then I glance at the newspaper

A pilot steals a MiG
Ice on Mars, says the Viking
But, however, there's no chicken in my backyard

I buy upholstered furniture
I retire with health
Through social assistance

Two problems mix
The truth of the universe
The installment that will expire

I enter with the hidden bottle of drink
Because my wife
Can't see

I turn on the radio and hear an annoying person
Shouting in my ears
Stop the world, I want to get off

I look at the books on my shelf
That say nothing important
They only serve for those who can't read

And the maid knocks on my door
Explaining that she's all crooked
And doesn't know what she's going to give me to eat

They talk about passing clouds
They say any nonsense
And I have nothing to choose

Despite this annoying and persistent voice
I'm not here to complain
And I'm not just a singer

That I've been through Elvis Presley
Imitated Mr. Bob Dylan, you know
I've tired of seeing the sun set

Now I'm just
A Latin American
Without smell or taste

And the questions continue
Always the same
Who am I? Where do I come from? And where am I going?

And everyone explains everything
How the light turns on
How a plane can fly

Next to me, a dictionary
Full of words
That I know I'll never use

But now I also decided to complain
Because I'm a Latin American guy
Who also knows how to lament

And being a passing cloud
It doesn't take me to the edge of all this
That I want to reach

And that's it!