Trem das Cores [English translation]

Slopes of mountains

all colored in orange,

rose grass

the honey from those eyes, light

honey of uneven color

the gold is not so green in the hills

the silver of the train

moon and the star

turquoise ring

atoms all dancing

it's dawn

the fog shimmers

pomegranate colored children

enter the wagon

olive from the gray cloud

being left

behind the morning

and the blue silk of the paper

wrapping the appel

the houses, so green and pink

that go passing as they look us passing by

both window's sides

and that one in a blue tone

almost non-existent, blue that there is not

a blue that is pure memory of somewhere

your black hair

explicit object

brown lips

or to be exact

açaí colored lips

and here, color's train

wise projects:

reach the central

and the sky of a celestial blue

• Artist:Caetano Veloso