Coming back home, as always,
there are so many people around me
I already know many faces
and meanwhile the streetcar of desires goes
And hopes travel and my dreams travel
perhaps the same as all those who are here
and I think about how many worries we have every day
and what a difficulty is the serenity.
Coming back home as always
there is something wrong...
There is someone pushing me hard.
I move and I don't know where to go.
The good thing is that we are two thousand
and even if it brakes one can't fall.
And so I laugh, tell me what should I do?
If you saw this streetcar, what is it
with this people so tired of dreaming
and me so tired that I dream of you.
Coming back home as always
there are so many people around me.
And so I close my eyes and I know what to do:
I only think of nice things, I think of you;
and I think: what an ugly beast is the sadness
but tonight she won't get me.
Oh, coming back home as always:
are you ready darling to go?