O Exército de Um Homem Só [English translation]

It does not matter if they just play

The first chord of the song

We write the rest in crooked lines

On the doors of perception

On Bathroom Walls

In the leaves that autumn brings to the ground

In story books we will be the memory of the days to come

If they will come

It does not matter if they just play

The first verse of the song

We write the rest without too much haste

Very accurately

We are interested in what was not printed

And it's still written by hand

Written by candlelight almost in the dark

Away from the crowd

We are an army, the army of only one man

In the difficult exercise of living in peace

We are an army, the army of only one man

Without flag

Without borders

To defend

To defend

It does not matter if they just play

The first chord of the song

We write the rest and the rest is rest

It's fake

Fake blood, Italian bang-bang

False Swing, American Tourist

Free from this story, our trajectory does not need explanation

And it has no explanation

We are an army, the army of only one man

In the difficult exercise of living in peace

We are an army, the army of only one man

Without flag

Without borders

To defend

To defend

It does not matter what common sense says

It does not matter what the king says

If the game has no judge

There is no outlaw move

It does not matter what the saying goes

It does not matter what the state says

We speak another language

We live in another country

We are an army, the army of only one man

In the difficult exercise of living in peace

In this army, the army of only one man

Everybody knows

That whatever

Be guilty

Or be able

Whatever...