Construção [English translation]

Construction

Maked 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 unic

And crossed the street whith his shy step

Climbed to the costruction 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 to rest as if it was Saturday

Ate beans and rice as if he was a prince

Drank and laughed as if he was listening music

And stumbled in the sky 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 confusing the traffic

Maked 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 to the costruction 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 to rest as if he was a prince

Ate beans and rice as if it was the maximun

Drank and sobed as if he was a machine

Danced and laughed as if he was the next one

And stumbled in the sky as if he listened 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 shipwreck esplanade

He died at the wrong way confusing the public

Maked 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

And ended in the land as a drunk package

He died at the wrong way confusing Saturday

For this bread to eat, for this soil for to sleep

The certainty for to be born and the license for to smile

For to let me to breath, for to let 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

Fort the hanging scaffold from that we have to fall

Shall God pays you

For the moaning woman that to praises us and spits us

And for the flies, insects for to kiss us and for to cover us

And for the final peace that will redeems us at the end

Shall God pays you

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