Construção [English translation]

He loved once as if it were the last time

Kissed his woman as if she were the last one

And each child as if they were unique

And crossed the street with shy steps

He climbed the construction as if he were a machine

He built in the landing four solid walls

Brick with brick in a magic design

His eyes were dull by the concrete and tears

He sat to rest as if it were Saturday

Ate beans and rice as if he were a prince

Drank and sobbed as if he were a castaway

Danced and laughed as if he were listening to music

And stumbled in the sky as if he were a drunk

And floated in the air as if he were a bird

And ended up in the land like a flaccid package

Agonized in the middle of the public esplanade

He died at the wrong way confusing the traffic

He loved once as if he were the last one

Kissed his woman as if she were the only one

And each child as if they were the prodigal

And crossed the street with drunk steps

Climbed to the construction as if it were solid

He built in the landing four magic walls

Brick with brick in a logical design

His eyes were dull by the concrete and traffic

He sat to rest as if he were a prince

Ate beans and rice as if it were superb

Drank and sobbed as if he was a machine

Danced and laughed as if he were the next one

And stumbled in the sky as if he listened to music

And floated in the air as if it were Saturday

And ended up in the land as a shy package

Agonized in the middle of the shipwreck esplanade

He died at the wrong way confusing the public

He made love once as if he were a machine

He kissed his woman as if it were logical

He built in the landing four flaccid walls

Sat down to rest as if he were a bird

And floated in the air as if he were a prince

And ended up in the land as a drunk package

He died at the wrong way confusing Saturday

For this bread to eat, for this land to sleep

The certificate to be born and the license for smile

For let me breath, for let me exist

God shall pay you

For the free cachaça¹ that we have to swallow

For the smoke and misfortune that we have to cough

Fort the hanging scaffold from where we have to fall

God shall pay you

For the carpideira² who praises us and spits on us

And for the flies, insects which kiss and cover us

And for the final peace that will redeem us in the end

God shall pay you

• Artist:Chico Buarque
• Album:Construção (1971)