I'm waiting in the pines I'm waiting in the pines Estou à espera dos pinheiros I'm waiting in the forest I'm waiting in the forest Eu estou esperando na floresta Pilon at my side Pilon at my side Pilon ao meu lado The treasure lies before us The treasure lies before us O tesouro está diante de nós And so we started walking And so we started walking E assim começamos a caminhar We knew they couldn't harm us We knew they couldn't harm us Nós sabíamos que eles não poderiam nos fazer mal And how the wind is crying And how the wind is crying E como o vento está chorando When misty morning dawn breaks When misty morning dawn breaks Quando amanhece enevoada manhã We'll walk back to the flats We'll walk back to the flats Nós vamos caminhar de volta para os apartamentos With gallons in our hands With gallons in our hands Com galões em nossas mãos We're walking in the fields We're walking in the fields Nós estamos caminhando no campo We're working on the farms We're working on the farms Estamos trabalhando nas fazendas We do just like our fathers We do just like our fathers Nós fazemos como nossos pais How can they take that from us? How can they take that from us? Como podem tirar isso de nós? And so we started driving And so we started driving E assim começou a dirigir We had no choice to leave this We had no choice to leave this Não tivemos escolha a deixar esta The bowl was left behind us The bowl was left behind us A bola foi deixado para trás For Hooverville's before us For Hooverville's before us Para Hooverville diante de nós Three hundred thousand Three hundred thousand Trezentos mil Bodies who can't rest Bodies who can't rest Corpos que não podem descansar Sweet Thursday is calling me back up to Monterey Sweet Thursday is calling me back up to Monterey Doce quinta-feira está me chamando de volta até Monterey Up to Monterey Up to Monterey Até Monterey So I started driving So I started driving Então eu comecei a dirigir And left my home behind me And left my home behind me E deixou a minha casa atrás de mim The row there kept reminding The row there kept reminding A fila lá continuava a lembrar Of pages in your writing Of pages in your writing Das páginas da sua escrita Sweet Thursday is calling me back up to Monterey Sweet Thursday is calling me back up to Monterey Doce quinta-feira está me chamando de volta até Monterey Up to Monterey Up to Monterey Até Monterey