Gente Humilde [English translation]

There are certain days when I think about my people

And I feel my whole chest tighten up

Because it seems like it happens suddenly

Like a desire of living without being noticed

Just like when I walk through the suburb

I, feeling well, coming back in the train from somewhere

And it makes me jealous of this people

That goes forward without having anyone to count on

They're simple houses with chairs on the sidewalk

And on the facade written above that it's a home

Through the porch, withered sad flowers

Like happiness that has nowhere to lean on

And it brings me sadness in my chest

Like spite for not being able to fight

And I, a nonbeliever, ask God to look for my people

They're humble people, I feel like crying

• Artist:Chico Buarque
• Album:Chico Buarque de Hollanda - Vol. 4 (1970)