I do not know why I chose this job.
I mean, at first, this work was cool.
I work all week without stopping.
And I still have to stay away from my family.
In the place that I work
Dont have telephones or other means of communication.
Seems like I'm in prison of an island.
What are they doing without me?
Refrão
I'm not forced to do this work
But this work is to support my family.
Even away from those I love
I still need this work.
How will my family?
Do they still remember me?
Even the world isolda
I know one day I will return to my family.
Verso II
My friends
Work for so long
Who have come to
Forget the family.
But my family did not
Disappear of my thoughts.
And the more I got memories,
More the nostalgia grows.