O Bilhete e o Trovão

In the silence, in the calm before the pain
In the dark, in the pause between
The rain and the first thunder
Be my song
Verse, bridge, and chorus

When the door refuses to open and I knock in vain
When I see the train leaving from afar
With the ticket in my hands
Be my song
Verse, bridge, and chorus

When the pencil resists obeying
And I try to assert myself
When the glass shakes
In my hands I fear to compose
Be my song
Verse, bridge, and chorus

Be my song
The first thunder
Be my song
A ticket in my hands
Be everything I lost
Be what is yet to come