I haven't come to ask you boss,
I've come to take what's mine by right
On the roads I wandered
I saw the portrait of undone dreams
I saw the children beg for food
Employment as a rare illusion

But patience now has waned
And here I am, sir, yes, I'm here
And not alone, sir, no, oh no

To await only the grace of God, sir,
Is now not on, not on, not on
It's flour and water that suffice, sir,
Caviar is but for some

Guitar of enchantment, of song and lament
No longer wants only to weep
Guitar of intrigue, of poetry and the road
Country-bumpkin guitar
Insists it will accompany me

I haven't come to ask you, boss
I've come to take what's mine by right
On the roads I've wandered
I saw the portraits of undone dreams
I saw shanties stifled with hunger
And the fields unplanted
But patience now has waned
And here I am, sir, yes, I'm here
And not alone, sir, no, oh no

To await only the grace of God, sir...

My name is José Brasileiro (1)
My father is Joaquim do Brasil (2)
My mother is Maria Nação (3)
I've never seen a heart so manly

1 Editor's note: José Brasileiro translates literally as 'Joseph Brazilian'

2 Editor's note: Joaquim do Brasil translates literally as 'Joachim of Brazil'.

3 Editor's note: Maria Nação translates literally as 'Mary Nation'.

This song is from the CD A chat about us