The money runs away

There are months that are like this

Seems it gets wheels

Nothing can be accomplished without pilin. (coins and notes)

It is the fruit of our labor

But it’s barely enough to pay the expenses

A salary that pays little

For a whole month of uncertainty.

Life is not easy at all

And its cost keeps rising

We must eat and wear

For health cannot be lacking.

Let there be energy to live

Joy in daily life

Trying to do a decent job

And that the income is enough for the entire year.