Noel Rosa,
Three Whistles (Três Apitos)
(1933)
“ Go to work without stockings Have no faith in sweaters Nor believe in the cold But you are the same article with no equal When the factory whistles It advertises you In my eyes you read that I suffer cruelly With jealousy of the impertinent manager Who gives you orders I live in the night Am a very gloomy poet Who will be night watchman And you know why But you don't know That while you make fabric Beside the piano, I Make these verses for you. This work is a translation and has a separate copyright status to the applicable copyright protections of the original content. ”

