Hurried steps fleeing from the rain
In the mouth, the aroma and taste of palm oil

Whether you want it or not
Thoughts keep sailing and I
See always inhabited awnings
The atheist eyes are scars

Whether you want it or not
Thoughts keep sailing and I
Here we will always be in motion
With Gil open, every step of yours

And whether you want it or not
Thoughts keep sailing and I
There is work, there has to be work
There is work, there has to be work

From Monday to Friday
The talk is serious, I need to eat
I think the whole city
Is sailing in this boat of mine

And whether you want it or not
In this city, the den has shrunk
Whether you want it or not
The space is the field and the movement is mine

I am crying an entire avenue
I see the right time to be silent
Truncheon, pau pereira
I lift my eyes to ask you

I run hurriedly, flee from the smoke
Mouth watering for those who want to eat
And whether you want it or not
I go back home and find something to do

I keep on moving but doors are shut
I keep on doing but you know it's a
I keep on moving but doors are shut
I keep on doing but you know it's a
I keep on moving but doors are shut
I keep on doing but you know it's a
I keep on moving but doors are shut

There is work, there has to be work
There is work, there has to be work
There is work, there has to be work
There is work, there has to be work
There is work, there has to be work

It's a lifelong work song, oh
It's a lifelong work song, oh
It's a lifelong work song
It's a lifelong, lifelong, lifelong work song

Oh my mama works
In the day, dawn, night
My papa works
In the night, dawn, day
Oh my mama works
In the day, dawn, night
My papa works
In the night, dawn, day
Oh my mama works
In the day, dawn, night
My papa works
In the night, dawn, day

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