O Bilhete e o Trovão
Os Arrais
The Note and the Thunder
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
