Cachaceiro

Waiter, bring me another one as I have no time
I'll stay here chatting away
With anyone who wants to listen to me
Waiter, start clearing the tables
Just leave the light of this counter on
Because today I'm the last one to say goodbye

I left home with my woman telling me not to come back
Gathering my things saying she would burn them
Tired of me leaving work and stopping at this bar
That's why today I'm going to drown myself
In sugarcane, in Brahma beer, and in the other bar
To gather courage and go back home to apologize

A drunkard also loves, also suffers, also cries
The waiter is my friend, always listens to my story
When a drunkard loves, he makes the bar his peak
And those who are here with me are drunkards like me