It's seven o'clock in the morning
I see Christ from the window
The sun has already turned off its light
And the people down there wait
In the queues at the bus stops
Looking for where to go
They are all your cicerones
They run so as not to give up
From their salons Rivers of hunger
Ã^ the hope they have
In this film as extras
Everyone wants to get along
Rio de Janeiro, 1999, Baixo Leblon
Fernando Castro Building
The dollar is worth twice the real
I live in apartment
2 with my wife Mia
Wife, we actually live
Together for about four years
Enough time to
Wear out our relationship
Ã^, it's not just Brazil
We are in crisis too
On a train to the stars
After the slave ships
Other currents
Strange your Christ, Rio
Who looks so far, beyond
With his arms always open
But without protecting anyone
Vera and Ernesto live in apartment 4
The building manager
We hardly see Vera
Since her son's death
She only leaves the apartment
To go to the cemetery
I'm going to paper the walls
Of my miserable room
With newspaper headlines
To see that It's nothing serious
I'm going to give my contempt
To you who taught me
That sadness is a way
br/>We can save ourselves later
In apartment 3, the person called Bete lives
We don't really know what she does
We just know that we don't arrives
Home before seven
In the morning
On a train to the stars
After the slave ships
Other currents
On a train to the stars
After slave ships
Other currents
The three best live in apartment 1
Things in this building, Justo, my best friend
A guy from São Paulo who moved here almost a year ago
And Deco, an adorable jerk from a bigger brand
Always on my tail
And so on Last but not least
The best joint in Rio de Janeiro
From their starvation wages
It's the hope they have
In this film as extras
Everyone wants to get along
On a train to the stars
After slave ships
Other currents
Ã^ end of summer Âand the hot nights that
Usually don't let me sleep
Due to the lack of air conditioning, too
Give me inspiration by working until almost morning
I'm a poet and how easy it is to conclude
I'm unemployed
I'm unemployed
On a train to stars
After slave ships
Other currents

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