Maria Bonita

At dawn, it struck five o'clock
Time for the men to wake up
News arrive at a fast gallop
Two leagues separate us
Rumors fly through the open sky, the police close by
Owner of the place
And there I go

On the asphalt, also five o'clock
Time to go to work
Hot lunchbox under the arm
The whistle blows and can't wait
The crowded train comes from the suburbs
bringing disturbance, owner of the place
And there I go

In a chintz dress
A gun decorated with a ribbon
Pushes her man forward and up
Maria Bonita

Life is tough in the backlands
If a man curses to survive
A woman by his side is like a cliff
Holding the fort without knowing why
The other dismounts from a dun horse
Arrives like lightning, the owner of power
And there I go

And I carry on with life to the city
Happiness bought in installments
If the shoe pinches in a wide shoe
The gas suffocates the stove's mouth
Peace is a rare moment
Every month I face
the owner of the basement
And there I go