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In the morning I breakfast on the doubts left over from the night before
Then I go out to earn a living early, whether it's hot or cold
Because there is no time to get bitter or cry for a better time
The priority is the plate on the table and no matter what, you have to earn it
Then I see that things are getting very tough and more so every day
if my wife is pulling the car with me, together side by side
and since there is no money to send the kids to study
we also take them to cardboard
Who else are we going to leave them with?
On the street I learned the art of survival
shoveling garbage, gathering what this system left for me
and to those who run the country, I want to say to those people
I suggest you change sides for a moment
and see if you can live my life as a cardboard cutter.
What a paradox that having plenty of reasons to go and steal
I avoid crime by inventing work where there is none
and on top of that I am the ecological alternative
recycling what everyone They throw away society's waste.
Then I see those people who have plenty and always want more
with their cars they take the world ahead talking on their cell phones
and having their future assured they don't stop stealing
I want to shout to those gentlemen
What is happening here?
Because on the street I learned the art of surviving
shoveling garbage, gathering what this system left for me
and to those who run the country, I want to say to those people
I suggest you change sides for a moment
and see if you can live my life as a cardboard cutter.