When the luck that is great,
fayando and fayando
I leave you parao...
When you are well on the road,
without direction, I despair...
When you have no faith,
nor yesterday's grass
drying in the sun...
When you cut the tamangos
looking for that mango
that will make you die... .
The indifference of the world
that is deaf and dumb
you will just feel.
You will see that everything is a lie,
you will see that nothing is love
that Nothing matters to the world.
Yira!...Yira!
Even if it breaks your life,
Even if a pain bites you,
never expect help
not a hand, not a favor.
When the shirts are dry
of all the bells
that you press,
looking for a brotherly chest
to die in a hug... .
When they leave you abandoned,
after cinching,
the same as me...
When many people next to you
try on clothes
what are you going to leave...
you will remember this otario
who one day, tired,
started barking.