Um Trem Para as Estrelas
Gilberto Gil
A Train to the Stars
It's seven in the morning
I see the Christ, from the window
The sun has dimmed its light
And the people down there wait
In the bus stop lines
Looking for where to go
They are all your guides
Running so as not to give up
From their starvation wages
It's the hope they have
In this movie as extras
Everyone wants to make it
On a train to the stars
After the slave ships
Other currents
My man
On a train to the stars
After the slave ships
Other currents
My man
Strange, your Christ, Rio
Looking so far, beyond
Has his arms always open
But without protecting anyone
I will line the walls
Of my room of misery
With newspaper headlines
To see that it's not serious
I will give my contempt
To 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
My man
On a train to the stars
After the slave ships
Other currents
My man
