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Without work I am nothing
I have no dignity
I don't feel my worth
I have no identity
But what I have
Is just a job
And a miserable salary
I have my trade
That truly tires me
There are people who have nothing
And others who have more than they need
There are people who don't want to work

But when the end of the day comes
I just think about resting
And going back home to your arms
Maybe forget a little
About all my tiredness
Our life is not good
And we can't even complain

I know there is injustice
I know what happens
I'm afraid of the police
I know what happens
If you don't follow orders
If you don't obey
And can't bear the suffering
You are destined for misery
But I don't accept that
I know what happens
But I don't accept that
I know what happens

When the end of the day comes
I just think about resting
And going back home to your arms
Maybe forget a little
About the little we don't have
Maybe forget a little
About everything we don't know