Pedro the thinker mason waiting for the train
Morning, it seems, won't wait too
For the good of those who have good, those who don't have coin
Pedro the mason stays like that thinking
Thinking like that, time passes by and leaves us behind
Waiting, waiting, waiting
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the train
Waiting for a raise since last year for the next month's pay
Pedro the thinker mason waiting for the train
Morning, it seems, won't wait too
For the good of those who have good, those who don't have coin
Pedro the mason waits for the Carnival
And for a lucky federal lottery ticket every month
Waiting, waiting, waiting
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the train
Waiting for a raise for the next month's pay
Waiting for a party, waiting for luck
And Pedro's wife is expecting a son to wait too
Pedro the thinker mason waiting for the train
Morning, it seems, won't wait too
For the good of those who have good, those who don't have coin
Pedro the mason is waiting for death
Or waiting for the day to return to the North
Pedro doesn't know, but maybe deep inside
He waits for something grander than the world
Larger than the sea
But why dream if it leads to
The despair of waiting too much
Pedro the mason wants to go back
Wants to be a poor mason and nothing more
Without waiting, waiting, waiting
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the train
Waiting for a raise for the next month's pay
Waiting for a son to wait too
Waiting for a party, waiting for luck
Waiting for death, waiting for the North
Waiting for the day of waiting for no one
Waiting, at last, for nothing more
Than the pained, blessed, endless hope of a train's whistle
Pedro the mason mason waiting
Pedro the mason mason waiting
Pedro the mason mason waiting for the train
That's just coming
Just coming
Just coming
Just coming
Just coming
Just coming