Homero

When he leaves work, Homero comes thinking
That when he gets off the bus, he will dodge some cars
He will cross the avenue, enter the neighborhood
He will greet and give some change to some bums

He turns into the first hallway and sees he's getting close
And a narrow elevator takes him to the door of the shack
He says he's very tired and today they didn't pay
Impossible to get out of this routine and he wonders until when?

It's hard being a worker to take care of bread
Of your wife, your children, rent, and something else
He enjoys his days little, thinking about how he will do
If in that job they don't pay and they ask for more each time

What an injustice that efficiency and responsibility are not valued
Because he killed himself thinking today and he's just like anyone else
Homero is tired, eats, and wants to lie down
He wakes up again and between weekdays and mate he wonders
How much more?

And that's how it is, the life of a worker is like this
Life in the neighborhood is like this
And few will get away
And that's how it is, we learn to be happy like this
The life of the worker is like this
And few will get away