Na Boca do Sol
Arthur Verocai
In the Mouth of the Sun
In my small town
Everything that arrived, arrived by train
My mother looked at the station
And seeing journeys inside me
Drew another sibling in her womb
In my small town
For those who live there, the sky is there
I remember the morning in the mouth of the sun
I go from the avenue to the station
Afraid of my parents or out of loneliness
All my life I saw passing by
In the gleam of the train tracks
That comes and goes every morning
Swallowing the tunnels we have
And laziness didn't let them close
In my small town
Near the morning, in the mouth of the sun
For those who live there, the sky is there
