Pedro Pedreiro (Italiano)

Pedro the Bricklayer is pensive
And waits for the tram
Tomorrow maybe he'll have to
Wait again
For the good of those
The good of those without a penny
Pedro the Bricklayer remains pensive
And as he thinks time passes
And we stay behind waiting
Waiting waiting waiting
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the tram
Always waiting for that famous raise
That never comes

Pedro the Bricklayer is pensive
And waits for the tram
Tomorrow maybe he'll have to
Wait again
For the good of those
The good of those without a penny
Pedro the Bricklayer waits for joy
And fortune
With the lottery ticket
Every year
Waiting waiting waiting
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the tram
Always waiting for that famous raise
Waiting for the lottery prize
And Pedro's wife is waiting for a child
Who will have to wait

Pedro the Bricklayer is pensive
And waits for the tram
Tomorrow maybe he'll have to
Wait again
For the good of those
The good of those without a penny
Pedro the Bricklayer also waits for love
He's waiting for the day to arrive
Pedro doesn't know that maybe deep down
He's waiting for something beyond his world
Bigger than the sea
But why dream if then
We despair of waiting again
Pedro the Bricklayer wants to go back
And just be a bricklayer
Without waiting
Waiting waiting waiting
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the tram
Still waiting for that famous raise
Waiting for a child who will have to wait
Waiting for the lottery prize
Waiting for death
Waiting for a port
Waiting to
Not wait anymore
Waiting in the end
Nothing else but
The afflicted infinite exhausted hope
That his tram arrives

Pedro the Bricklayer is pensive and waits
Pedro the Bricklayer is pensive and waits
Pedro the Bricklayer is pensive and waits for the tram
That is already coming
That is already coming
That is already coming
That is already coming

Gmagoga