Cachaceiro

Waiter, bring another one down because I don't have time
I'll stay here chatting
With anyone who wants to listen to me
Waiter, can you go and collect the leftovers from the tables?
Just leave the light on at this counter
That today I am the last to say goodbye

It's like I left the house with the girl telling me not to come back
Gathering my things saying I was going to burn them
Tired of leaving work and stopping at this bar so often
That's why today I'm going to drown
In sugarcane, in Brahma and in Old Par
To gather courage and go home to apologize

Drunkards also love, also suffer, also cry
The waiter is my friend, he always listens to my story
When a drunkard loves, he makes the bar his peak
And whoever is here with me is a drunkard like me