Um Trem Para As Estrelas

It's 7 o'clock in the morning
I see Christ from the window
The Sun has already turned off its light
And the people down there wait
In the queues at the bus stops
Looking for where to go
They are all your guides
Run so you don't give up
From their starvation wages
It's the hope they have
In this film as extras
Everyone wants to do well

On a train to the stars
After the slave ships
Other currents

Your Christ is strange, Rio
That looks so far, beyond
With arms always open
But without protecting anyone
I'm going to line the walls
From my miserable room
With newspaper headlines
To see that it's nothing serious
I will give my contempt
For you who taught me
That sadness is a way
For us to save ourselves later

On a train to the stars
After the slave ships
Other currents