Um trem para as estrelas [English translation]

It's 7 am

I see the Christ(*the Redeemer) through the window

The sun shut off its light

And the people down there waits

In the bus stop's lines

Looking for somewhere to go

They all are your cicerone

They run to don't give up

of their salaries of hungriness

It's the hope that they have

In this movie as extra

Everybody wants end up well

In a train for the stars

After the slave ships

Other currents

Strange your christ(*the reedemer), Rio(*de Janeiro)

that sees so far, beyond

With the open arms

But protecting no one

I'll put newspaper's headlines in the walls of my misereable room

To show that it is nothing serious

I'll give my contempt

For you that taugh me

That the sadness it is just a way

for us get saved after

In a train for the stars

After the slave ships

Other currents