The train bleem, blam, bleem, blam
Sets off from the station
And I leave my heart
A bit more,
A bit more,
A bit more
Far behind my darling
Waving with a hankerchief,
Flag of longing,
Far beyond...
Hurries the march
The train by the Sertão
And I only bring longing
Inside my heart
By the curve the train whistles,
Goes down the mountain range
And the longing grows
Some thing torments me
And talks about my love.