Pedro Pedreiro

Thoughtful bricklayer Pedro waiting for the train
Morning's up and he ought to wait it too
For the fortune of those who have property of those who don't have a penny
Bricklayer Pedro stays like that thinking

Like that time passes and we start to be left behind
Waiting, waiting, waiting
Waiting for the Sun, waiting for the train
Waiting for the raise since last year coming next month

Thoughtful bricklayer Pedro waiting for the train
Morning's up and he ought to wait it too
For the fortune of those who have property of those who don't have a penny
Bricklayer Pedro waits for carnaval

And the luck of scoring big at the federal lotto every month
Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting for the Sun
Waiting for the train, waiting for the raise to next month
Waiting for the party, waiting for luck
And Pedro's wife is waiting a kid so they can also wait

Thoughtful bricklayer Pedro waiting for the train
Morning's up and he ought to wait it too
For the fortune of those who have property of those who don't have a penny

Bricklayer Pedro is waiting for death
Or waiting for the day to go back up north
Pedro may not know but deep down
Is waiting something more beautiful then the world

Bigger than the see, but why dream if you get
The despair of waiting too much
Brickçayer Pedro wants to go back
Wants to be a poor bricklayer and nothing else, and not

Waiting, waiting, waiting
Waiting for the Sun, waiting for the train
Waiting for a raise to the next month
Waiting for a kid to wait too

Waiting for the party, waiting for luck
Waiting for death, waiting for the north
Waiting for the day to wait no one
Waiting at long last, nothing more
Then the infinite, afflicting, blessed hope of a train's horn

Thoughtful bricklayer Pedro waiting
Thoughtful bricklayer Pedro waiting
Thoughtful bricklayer Pedro waiting for the train

Which is coming
Which is coming
Which is coming
Which is coming
Which is coming
Which is coming