Estou Voltando Para Casa

I'm coming home
My shirt wrinkled
Another day of work
That finally came to an end

I'm coming home
I already bought my newspaper
I've already had my coffee
Every day is always like this

And the bus doesn't stop running
I lean back and start to think
About the scenes I used to see
My dog won't bark when I arrive

I come all the way
Remembering in bits
When I got home she was always alone
Waiting for me at the gate
Anxiously awaiting me
She would take my briefcase and jacket from my hands

And the bus doesn't stop running
I lean back and start to think
About the scenes I used to see
My dog won't bark when I arrive

I remember when one day
Very tired I arrived
Not knowing something much worse awaited me
I found your message, I could hardly believe
Saying you were leaving to live a better life

Now I'm almost there but today not even the dog will bark
Because there's no one waiting for me
I'll open the gate alone
I'll arrive very slowly, hang up my jacket and make my dinner