I shoot against the sun
I'm strong, I am by chance
My machine gun full of sorrows
I'm just a guy

Tired of running
In the opposite direction
With no podium or kisses of a girlfriend
I'm just another guy

But if you think
That I'm defeated
Know that the dice are still rolling
Because time, time doesn't stop

Some days yes, some days no
I go surviving without a scratch
From the charity of those who hate me

Your pool is full of rats
Your ideas do not correspond to the facts
Time doesn't stop

I see the future repeating the past
I see a museum of great novelties
Time doesn't stop
It doesn't stop, no, no, it doesn't

I do not have a date to celebrate
Sometimes my days are par to par
Looking for a needle in a haystack

On cold nights it is better to not even have been born
In the heat, you choose: To kill or to die
And like that we become Brazilians

They call you a thief, a faggot, a stoner
They turn the entire country into a brothel
Because this way it makes more money

Your pool is full of rats
Your ideas do not correspond to the facts
Time doesn't stop

I see the future repeating the past
I see a museum of great novelties
Time doesn't stop
It doesn't stop, no, no, it doesn't