O Trem Das 7

Look, look at the train, coming from behind the blue mountains, look at the train
Look, look at the train, bringing from afar the ashes of the old eon

Look, it's coming, smoking, whistling
Calling those who know about the train
Look, it's the train, no need for a ticket
Not even luggage on the train

Who will cry?
Who will smile?
Who will stay?
Who will leave?

Because the train is arriving, arriving at the station
It's the seven o'clock train, the last one from the backcountry, from the backcountry

Look, see the sky, it's not the same sky you once knew, it's different now
See, look at the sky, a sky heavy and streaked, hanging in the air

See, it's the sign, the sign of the trumpets
Of the angels and the guardians
Look, there comes God
Gliding in the sky amidst mists of a thousand megatons

Look, see the evil, coming with arms and embraces
With the good in an astral romance

Amen