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Give me great wines
And I will build my cellar
On a carpet of profits
That I make myself on the, Cellars
Rolling in flour
Pillars of factories
I ruin the low earners
By eating the economy
Work wages
Are no longer in the spotlight at all, no no
The must is business
And who am I going to be able to get?
While the worker
Plays his stripes
In thirty-five hours, I
I made millions
Saved like a baron of the Republic
It's obvious that I suffer
From strong
chronic improbity
Work wages
Are no longer in the spotlight at all, no no
The must is business
And who I 'am I going to be able to do it?
I am the protégé of the institutions
Who will save me from going
Training my suit in a mess
Serpent of a thousand nonsense
My heart is cold but my head
Stand straight on my shoulders
The wages of labor
Are no longer at all  honor, no no
The must is business
And who am I going to be able to make for myself?
Give me great wines and
Give - your hand, yes
Give me a hand
I'll give it back to you tomorrow