Vida Dura

Hard life, my God, what a burden
I don't do crazy things, but I feel bad
A month goes by, years and years go by
And things don't change, it's always the same
The salary as it is
I stopped buying little things, in general
I get angry like a snake
There's not a single penny left in my pocket

End of the month I receive my salary
And again I go out to settle the bills
Last month I paid for groceries
This month I won't pay, they'll have to wait
The fruit stand, pharmacy, and the little bar
I share a little so no one cries
I didn't even pay tithing at church
I spent it on beer, God will forgive

Desperation is when it happens
That someone wakes up feeling a bit sick
If the illness kills slowly
The cost of the consultation kills suddenly
So you go to the public health system, as soon as it's morning
There are thirty people ahead
The doctor in his chair adjusts himself
Writes the prescription without even looking at us

I went after a girl
To break the stress of this cruel life
I spent the night with a girl so beautiful
With black hair and honey lips
One night of pure debauchery, I was having fun
Causing a commotion
The joy lasted just a little while
The check I gave at the motel came back

Time passes, everything remains
Nothing new happens
The powerful eat stroganoff
The poor's mix is a piece of egg
When I hear a government announcing
That they're preparing a new package
Get ready, my friend
Here comes more pepper in the people's tail