In my small town,
Everything that arrived, arrived by train
My mother was looking at the station
And seeing travels within me
She sketched another brother in the womb
In my small town,
For those who live there, it’s heaven
I remember the morning in the mouth of the sun
I go from the avenue to the station
Afraid of parents or loneliness
My whole life I saw pass
in the glare of the rails of a train
That comes to me and leaves every morning
Swallowing tunnels that we have
And laziness did not let it close
In my small town
Close to morning, in the mouth of the sun
For those who live there, it’s heaven
In my small town
Close to morning, in the mouth of the sun
For those who live there, it’s heaven
In my small town
Close to morning, in the mouth of the sun
For those who live there, it’s heaven
In my small town
Close to morning, in the mouth of the sun
For those who live there, it’s heaven