Nas Manhãs do Sul do Mundo
Expresso Rural
In the Mornings of the Southern World
I will flee from this metropolis to liberation
And follow some path that takes me south
And in the mornings of the southern world
Through fields, roads, and rivers
Sow my song in cereal fields
It may be a crazy dream but I will find
Somewhere in this federation
Some strange substance, to replace the pain in the heart
And kill this desire to return... to return...
