A Revolta dos Dândis I [English translation]

Between a face and a portrait, the real and the abstract

Between madness and lucidity

Between uniform and nudity

Between the end of the world and the end of the month

Between truth and English rock

Between the others and you

I feel like a foreigner

Passenger of some train

That doesn't pass here

That is just a illusion

Between dead and wounded, between cries and moans

The lie and the truth, the solitude and the city

Between a glass and another of the same drink

Among so many bodies with the same wound

I feel like a foreigner

Passenger of some train

That doesn't pass here

That is just a illusion

Between Americans and Soviets, Greeks and Trojans

Enter year and year out, always the same plans

Between my mouth and yours, there is so much time, there are so many plans

But I never know where we're going

I feel like a foreigner

Passenger of some train

That doesn't pass here

That is just a illusion

• Artist:Engenheiros do Hawaii
• Album:A Revolta dos Dândis