A Vida Dos Outros

I had to get out of bed to go to the drama that adds me
I'm without flame in this shit of a plot that strangles me
I'm already late, quick outfit, quick meal
Being confused is already a habit, it's the preface of my day

Keidje? Wake up Keidje, you're going to be late for work
Fuck

I wake up tired once again
With my whole body crumpled, sore and crushed
Fuck, this life is killing me
I can't bear this, every day is a punishment
I look at her by my side, I no longer feel enchanted
Our love has expired
It's obvious, routine breaks the spell
In the beginning we are one, then it's each to their own corner
I no longer feel that flame when I look into her eyes
I no longer feel that desire to make love to her
Now every little thing ends in an argument
Every day confusion, dramas, and new cracks
I take a shower, dress in a hurry
I tell the kid to get up and as always, he takes his time
He screams, rolls around, kicks, can't control himself
Says he doesn't want to go to school, that he only gets out of bed at 11 o'clock
There's nothing in this world that I love more than my son
But sometimes I can only see him as a hindrance
I can't stand the work he gives me, it leaves me exhausted
It steals a lot of time from me, I'm desolate
I hit him to get out of bed and he finally gets ready
Okay, all rushed, once again leaving late
I drop him off at school, run to catch the bus
I get on the bus and notice a distressed, insane atmosphere
I see everyone depressed, demotivated
For a murderous workday
Distant looks, without plans, sorrowful
Silent, repellent, and cavernous spirits
People like me who mortgaged their dreams
And surrendered to the fate of this dreadful destiny
Destiny, of men enslaved by a salary
Prisoners of survival in precarious work
I go from the bus to the subway, from the subway to another bus
I arrive at work and face my bloodthirsty karma
This repetitive, exhausting, psychologically corrosive work
Having to share space with unbearable colleagues
Who make miserable jokes and unnecessary remarks
I'm always hypersensitive at these times
And counting the seconds until it's time to leave, fuck
I leave at 6, go back to the bus
I see everyone lost in despair again
Empty people, without utopias, representing the majority of the reality I face

Keidje, didn't you go to the bank?
Nelson, Nelson, go to your room, go to your room
I told you three times yesterday to go to the bank and you didn't go
I didn't have time, I didn't have time
Ah, you didn't have time, then you don't have a lunch break
If I had time, I would go, I didn't have time
Couldn't you go to the bank? You don't know how to live in a family Keidje!
You're always failing, we agree to do things and you always fail
You always fail Keidje!
Listen, listen, you're right, you're right
But I can't take it anymore, I really can't take it anymore
What's wrong?
Can you feel it man, do you understand?
Can you feel it, I'm not here anymore, I want to live alone
Do things that give me pleasure, I want to, you understand?
I want to quit my job, it's not just about you, you see?
But I'm not okay, I'm not happy
Keidje look at me
Seriously, I'm going, going, seriously
I'm going back to making music, quitting my job
I really want to live alone, I want to do things I enjoy doing
Keidje look at me, talk to me, stop it, please!
Look at me, look at me, I'm decided, I'm really decided!

I'm free as a condor
Feeling life where there's no stress, no pain
Feeling that peace that rejoices the soul
Living the dream in full with all the fervor

I started making music again, back to the routine of beats, flows, and rhymes
Money is tight, sometimes I live in a chokehold
Friends say I'm crazy but it's this life that cheers me up bro
I do some small concerts, money is the least of my worries because I'm living fully
The money is enough for rent and the kid's support
There's hardly anything left for anything else, but happiness is everything
Now I only have non-committal relationships
Free love from the start without pressure or sacrifices
I live without schedules, stress emancipated
Only governed by the unregulated instinct, of course
Spirit leads to living this brief life
Each day will be lived, enjoyed, eternalized
Seeking peace, freedom, and comfort
I won't be another half-dead person living the lives of others

I'm free as a condor
Feeling life where there's no stress, no pain
Feeling that peace that rejoices the soul
Living the dream in full with all the fervor
I'm

Keidje? Wake up Keidje, you're going to be late for work
Fuck

I wake up tired once again
With my whole body crumpled, sore and crushed
Fuck