João Ninguém [English translation]

Joe Schmoe

Neither old geezer nor spring chicken

Stuffs himself at lunch

To forget about supper...

He made his dwelling

In a hole-in-the-wall1

Unconcerned with the hubbub

Coming from the first floor

Joe Schmoe

Doesn't work for a single minute

But gambles without a cent to his name

And spends his life puffing cigars

This Joe never knew danger

Never had an enemy to fear

Nor an opinion to give

Joe Schmoe

Doesn't have any ideals in life

Besides food and a roof over his head

He has his loves as well

And many people who boast in luxury and conceit

Don't enjoy the same happiness

That Joe Schmoe enjoys!

Joe Schmoe

Doesn't work for a single minute

But gambles without a cent to his name

And spends his life puffing cigars

This Joe never knew danger

Never had an enemy to fear

Nor an opinion to give

1. literally, a stairwell

• Artist:Noel Rosa