O Exército de Um Homem Só
Engenheiros do Hawaii
The Army of One Man
It doesn't matter if they only play
The first chord of the song
We write the rest in crooked lines
On the doors of perception
On bathroom walls
On the leaves that autumn takes to the ground
In storybooks we will be the memory of the days to come
If they come at all
It doesn't matter if they only play
The first verse of the song
We write the rest without much haste
With great precision
We are interested in what was not printed
And continues to be written by hand
Written by candlelight almost in the dark
Far from the crowd
We are an army, the army of one man
In the difficult exercise of living in peace
We are an army, the army of one man
Without a flag
Without borders
To defend
To defend
It doesn't matter if they only play
The first chord of the song
We write the rest and the rest is leftovers
It's a forgery
Fake blood, Italian bang-bang
Fake swing, American tourist
Free from this story, our journey needs no explanation
And has no explanation
We are an army, the army of one man
In the difficult exercise of living in peace
We are an army, the army of one man
Without a flag
Without borders
To defend
To defend
It doesn't matter what common sense says
It doesn't matter what the king says
If the game has no referee
There's no move outside the law
It doesn't matter what the saying says
It doesn't matter what the State says
We speak another language
We live in another country
We are an army, the army of one man
In the difficult exercise of living in peace
In this army, the army of one man
Everyone knows
That it doesn't matter
To be guilty
Or to be capable
It doesn't matter...
