Hora de fechar [English translation]

The jukebox

Has sputtered off, then it has fallen silent...

That old fan has finally given up;

The counter top

Has drank too much and it has fallen asleep...

The furniture is holding up somewhat...

The dirty stage yawns,

The spittoon has resigned

From its thankless job;

The strip-tease

Finished half an hour ago,

But a yokel is still asking for an encore!

A drunk sailor

Snores in C Minor,

Tired of dancing

A killer tango.

His tattoo, made in his mother's honour

With lots of love,

Cannot be properly seen:

It has lost its colours!

And the platinum blonde

Is still waiting, annoyed,

For him to make up his mind.

Her glance falls on his wallet:

There's more than just one way

To make money, in this life!

The manager awakens

From his pleasant half-sleep

Without having completely defeated

His mental fuzziness.

He moves zigzagging, checking around the tables

And says his usual goodbyes...

Hey, scum! You gotta bounce:

You better get going,

For it's past closing time!

For it's past closing time...!

• Artist:Dulce Pontes
• Album:Caminhos (1996)