Linha de Sintra

I am Sintra Line, it wasn’t only a stop
I went further, I enjoyed the trip
For all the girls who make music
In the bedroom
With the guitar or with a beat
One day I will be featuring
With all the girls who make music
In the bedroom
I used to catch the same bus everyday

Where you’re now seating
I used to dream while awake
And when I arrived home
I used to tell my guitar
Put everything into words
And it was impossible
My dreams were silly
I wasn’t pretty
Sundays I eat lunch with family

I have not changed my life
I am on the TV but I'm the same
Girl from Sintra Line
I'm on the TV but I'm the same

Girl from Sintra Line
I am Sintra Line
Peripheral
He’s acting
Dumb
I am the hysterical one
I say thank you
Have a good day
Good job
But if you annoy me
I am capable
Of flipping
(Go f*ck yourself, go f*ck yourself)
(Go f*ck yourself, f*ck yourself)

I am Sintra Line
And the man in the metro
Touching himself looking at me
I am the line underneath
No one told me
The things I’ve seen
Arriving late
To a ghost station
I learned how to pray
With fear of being raped
I was in a dealer’s house
Never touched anything
I said goodbye to a friend
Who promised to come back
And didn’t

And I feel guilty
And I feel guilty
And I feel guilty
It should’ve been me
Who helped him

I am Sintra Line, it wasn’t only a stop
I went further, enjoyed the trip
For all the girls who make music
In the bedroom
With the guitar or with a beat
One day I’ll be featuring
With all the girls who make music
In the bedroom
I used to catch the same bus everyday

Where you’re now seating
I used to dream while awake
And when I arrived home
I used to tell my guitar
Put everything into words
And it was impossible
My dreams were silly
I wasn’t pretty
Sundays I eat lunch with family
I haven’t changed my life

I'm on the TV but I'm the same
Girl from Sintra Line
I'm on the TV but I'm the same
Girl from Sintra Line
I'm on the TV but I'm the same

Girl from Sintra Line
I'm Sintra Line
And I used to leave the house with brass knuckles on my pocket
With a backpack and a guitar
I was never robbed
People looked at me
They knew I didn’t have anything
To rob, oh well
I had a boyfriend
In every corner of the line
I used to come back home alone

I used to always wear my earphones
I was always on my own
My dad taught me
That I had everything I wanted
And everything I wanted
Isn’t for sale
Pray to God, be thankful
The legend says
Who saw me then and who sees me now
Now I'm an ambassador

But before
I used to be in the call center
Forget the prayer
Key on the hand
God is not coming to save you
After so much disappointment
If you’re not going to heaven
Money you’ve already won
I grew up religious
After me
He even became a priest
I just don’t have faith
Because to love isn’t a sin
I think it’s strange that that’s what
The Pope is worried about

I'm on the TV but I'm the same
Girl from Sintra Line
I'm on TV but I'm the same
Girl from Sintra Line
I'm on the TV but I'm the same
Girl from Sintra Line