The man wrinkles his face

But it's already worn

The coffee is sour

And the shirt is torn

But the smile is bigger than the Atlantic sea

It happens to bring out the Atlantis in me

Eu vejo mais ao longe

Pessoas sem fome

Com pas sangrando

Na vereda Florida

And the church bell dongs

A remarkable song

And I swallow the salt

As I hum along

The woman, she laughs as I pass her by

In a patchwork dream I left behind

Look at me, I have so much pride

I took my shoes off, I ran, I did not hide

And look at me, I have so much pride

I'll give my dowry for the prize