Estou Voltando Para Casa

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

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

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

I come all the way
Remembering in little pieces
When I got home she was always alone
Waiting for me at the gate
Anxiously waiting for me
From my hand she took my briefcase and jacket

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

I remember when one certain day
I arrived very tired
Not knowing that something much worse awaited me
I found your message and almost couldn't believe it
Saying he would leave to live a better life

Now it won't be long before we get there, but today not even a dog will bark
Because there is no one waiting for me anymore, I will open the gate alone
I'll come in really slowly, hang up my jacket and make my dinner