Vida da Gente

The rooster crows and my girl kisses me
Lunchbox is ready and I'm off to work
At five, I catch my crowded train
A bit crumpled, to be there by seven
I glance at the newspaper at the stand
Watch soccer and record 'Playboy'
Look, I'm a cool guy, sir
Excuse me, but I'm no hero

Broke, I have my coffee
I ask for a toasted French bread on credit
The Portuguese knows I'm a cool guy
I'm a regular at the place, won't mess up
I come back home and my girl calls me
Her love is a flame that makes me dream
I confess I can't get used to
The setbacks life throws at me

It's no joke
To face this routine
You gotta be a lion
We work hard
To earn our bread
We live honestly
Without looking down
But there's nothing
We show in our smile
Our high spirits
A little barbecue on the skewer
And there goes a buck
And a beer goes down to make it right

Short weekend, samba
And sun on the rooftop
With a caipirinha, I forget the routine
I fill the pool, kids have a blast
And my girl tans
Without God, it's no use
It's the saying the people have
With a little of Him, we party
Sing and be happy