A Revolta dos Dândis [English translation]

Between the face and the photo

The real and imaginary

Between madness and lucidity

Between clothes and nudity

Between the end of the world

And the end of the month

Between the truth

And English rock

Between other people and you

I feel a strange

Passenger of some train

That doesn't pass here

That is just an illusion

Between the dead and wounded

Between shrieks and groans

The lie and the truth

The loneliness and the city

Between a glass and another

Of the same drink

Between the many bodies

With the same wound

I feel a strange

Passenger of some train

That doesn't pass here

That is just an illusion

Between belief and believers

Between the fingers and the rings

Year comes years goes

Always the same plans!

Between my mouth and your

Such a long time many plans

But I never know

Where we're going

I feel a strange

Passenger of some train

That doesn't pass here

That is just an illusion