Chico Buarque - Construção

"Construction"

That time he loved as if it were the last
he kissed his wife as if she were the last
and each of his children as if they were the only one
and crossed the street with his timid step
he climbed the construction as if it were a machine
erected four solid walls on the landing
brick by brick in a magical design
his eyes full of cement and tears
he sat down to rest as if it were Saturday
he ate beans and rice as if he were a prince
he drank and sobbed as if he were a castaway
he danced and chuckled as if he heard music
and stumbled into the sky as if he were drunk
and floated in the air as if he were a sparrow
and ended up on the ground like a flaccid package
he agonized in the middle of the public passage
he died against the flow, hindering traffic
That time he loved as if it were the last
he kissed his wife as if she were the only one
and each of his children as if they were the prodigal
and crossed the street with his drunken step
he climbed the construction as if it were solid
erected four magical walls on the landing
brick by brick in a logical design
his eyes full of cement and traffic
he sat down to rest as if he were a prince
he ate beans and rice as if it were the best
he drank and sobbed as if he were a machine
he danced and chuckled as if he were the next
and stumbled into the sky as if he heard music
and floated in the air as if it were Saturday
and ended up on the ground like a timid package
he agonized in the middle of the castaway passage
he died against the flow, hindering the public
That time he loved as if he were a machine
he kissed his wife as if it were logical
he erected four flaccid walls on the landing
he sat down to rest as if he were a sparrow
and floated in the air as if he were a prince
and ended up on the ground like a drunken package
he died against the flow, hindering Saturday