O Pica Do 7 [English translation]

Early in the morning

I jump from the nest and go to the stop

With an headbang, waiting for the seven

Not for the voyage

I didn't want to

But at one certain day I saw him pass

And, my skeptic chest

For a tram's ticket agent returned to dream

With each raise

That echoates from the click of that plier

In frantic mode

The skeptic chest plays in alarm

If the tram derails

The populace complains and I stay at a bell

Because a simple route

In my concrete case it's already destiny

No one believes the way that my heart stays

When the seven catches me

I even think that the ticket jumps from my hand

Because in the career of this vain life

Nothing else it gives

the energy that the ticket agent gives to me.

What a sad fate

What an unhappy traject

Cross my schedule with one from a worker

Of a Carris tram

If I asked him

If he had a free ticket for someone's chest

We wouldn't know

Maybe I would obliterate the chest too

No one believes the way that my heart stays

When the seven catches me

I even think that the ticket jumps from my hand

Because in the career of this vain life

Nothing else it gives

the energy that the ticket agent gives to me.