O Que Se Leva Dessa Vida

What you take from this life
Is what you eat
Is what you drink
Is what you play around with, oh yeah

Oh, how the usurer suffers
Who has so much
That doesn't even know what to do

How the poor thing suffers
Who kills themselves without earning
Not even to eat

I had nothing
And what I have in this life
Are the streets to walk

But my consolation
Is that those people who have everything
Won't take it to the grave