Construção [English translation]

Made love at that time as if it was the last one

Kissed his woman as if she was the last one

And to every one of his children as if he was the unique

And crossed the street with his shy step

Climbed the construction as if he was a machine

He built in the landing four solid walls

Brick with brick in a magic design

His eyes dull by the concrete and tears

He seated for resting as if it was Saturday

Ate beans and rice as if he was a prince

Drank and sobbed as if he was a castaway

Danced and laughed as if he was listening music

And stumbled in the sky as if he was a drunk

And floated in the air as if he was a bird

And ended in the land as a flaccid package

He agonized in the middle of the public esplanade

He died at the wrong way bothering the traffic

Made love that time as if he was the last one

He kissed his woman as if she was the single one

And to every one of his children as if he was the prodigal

And crossed the street whith his drunk step

Climbed the construction as if it was solid

He built in the landing four magic walls

Brick with brick in a logical design

His eyes dull by the concrete and traffic

He seated for resting as if he was a prince

Ate beans and rice as if it tops

Drank and sobbed as if he was a machine

Danced and laughed as if he was the next one

And stumbled in the sky as if he was listening music

And floated in the air as if it was Saturday

And finished in the land as a shy package

He agonized in the middle of the castaway esplanade

He died at the wrong way bothering the public

Made love that time as if he was a machine

He kissed his woman as if it was logic

He built in the landing four flaccid walls

He sat down to rest as if it was a bird

And floated in the air as if it was a prince

And ended in the land as a drunk package

He died at the wrong way bothering Saturday

For this bread to eat, for this soil to sleep

The certification for being born and the license for smiling

For letting me to breath, for letting me to exist

Shall God pays you

For the free cachaza (alcohol) that we get to swallow

For the smoke and the misfortune that we have to cough

For the hanging scaffold from that we have to fall

Shall God pays you

For the moaning woman to praise and spit us

And for the flies, insects to kiss and cover us

And for the final peace that will then redeems us

Shall God pays you

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