El ómnibus [English translation]

The bus was very loaded of people

and the conductor was finding hard to charge everybody;

some weren't paying and he didn't realize,

he was angry that people don't move;

he was saying "the bottom is empty" and it was a lie.

The conductors don't say "ladies and gentlemen,

it's now for sale this new ticket",

they only say gracelessly "who doesn't have a ticket?

tickets, tickets", what a stripped and sad cry

so short and uncolored like the very ticket.

Every time more and more people were riding,

an old woman was struggling to reach the door,

a woman was feeling she was being groped,

a guy was arguing with the conductor about the change,

another man sitting was looking by the window.

Capacity ten people standing and forty sitting,

but many more were there squeezed, oppressed,

without talking with the driver because it was forbidden.

without talking to each other because they didn't feel like it,

the hands holding the same banister.

The bus no longer was stopping at the stop

a man was protesting, he notified the conductor,

a pregnant woman was fearing that they could crush her baby,

the driver was looking at a girl on the street,

the conductor wasn't remembering that he had to notify him.

When the door was opening and one was going off,

many were getting on to replace him.

A moment came when the bus was so full,

so packed and loaded, so inflated, so dense,

so unbearable that it ended exploding.

The plates, the rivets, the people,

the engine pieces, the pregnant woman,

the conductor rope, one who didn't pay,

the driver, the ball of the gearstick,

the conductor, the tickets, all blew up.