Crônica do Tempo

For me, the world is a clock
And, and money is the spring
That controls the clocks of this life

If you have time to listen to my story
I'll start by telling you
That my whole life has been a big mismatch
Between the clock time and the opportunities

God, our Lord, forgive my honesty
Like a secret
But until today I haven't understood
Why for everything in my life
I always arrived too late or too early

To begin with, I was born out of time, seven months premature
And it was too early to give pains and sorrows
To my mother, with my hurry to be born
It was too late to bring joy to my poor father
He died before meeting me
And there begins my rosary with clock time

Even at the age to go to school was a torment
My mother, poor thing, ran here and there
With me hand in hand
And always receiving the same disappointment, poor thing
Can't, ma'am, only next year, it's still early
Or else, too late, ma'am, the enrollments are already closed

As time went by, I grew up
As a young man, I looked for a job
Door of a workshop, different job, low-paying
And those words of time following me
Always happening to me like a destiny clock
Look, sir, there's no vacancy, if you had been smart
Now the workforce is already full

I remember that even for love I was late
When I declared my love to that girl I liked
She told me: You arrived too late
I've already given my heart to another guy

Even so, one day I got married
And from this marriage was born
A boy, so beautiful, you had to see
It was the only thing that arrived on time for me
Because he was the open door to my laughter
Laughter that I no longer knew how it was

I named him Vitorio, he would be my great avenger
To avenge myself from time, to avenge myself from the clock hours
And even from the seconds, and everything
To avenge myself from the owners of this clock that is the world
Vitorio, my great avenger

Vitorio grew up as he could
Soon he was five years old, and life, time
Time as a treacherous enemy always spying on me
One day, Vitorio got sick
As it happens to any child
And I worked in a bit of everything at the same time
So that no medicine would be lacking, I had hope

In one day I was a street vendor, ticket seller
Delivery man, gardener, everything
And I arrived home exhausted and smelly
With sweat to hug and kiss him
And the poor thing, withdrawn, skinny, it was pitiful, he was suffering

Then the doctor brought him to see him
Yes, good man, attentive
Who soon after examining said like this
Oh, run, go quickly buy this prescription
Your son is not well, maybe with this he'll get better
And shaking his head, he left
Maybe advising a promise

As I didn't have money for the medicine
I grabbed an old alarm clock from home
The only valuable thing
Thinking I could sell it at a thrift store
And I ran, really ran

But until today I haven't understood why I heard shouts in the street
Catch the thief, catch the thief
And people crowding around me
Maybe imagining I was some criminal
And it was punches, blows, kicks
And when I could realize
I was already standing in front of a police officer

Officer, my son is sick, he's dying
Please, I have here a prescription, look
And I begged, crying
The officer, then, believing, told the guard
Get the patrol car, take the guy
And handing me a wad of money from his pocket, concluded
Run, run, buy the medicine for your son at the pharmacy

I ran away, running
Running, running, I bought the medicine
I came back like a lightning, like a lightning back home
But as always in life, I ran against time
This coward
When I hugged my son, that's when I saw
Once again, I had arrived too late