Sinfonia Paulistana

Making sound with the stars, connected to the sidereal
For Maria, he wrote poems, on the beaches of the coast
The waves told the sea, that's why the oceans
All over the world sung, they will sing another hundred thousand years
And the man between sea and sky, there are songs everywhere
Praised be Anchieta, forever be praised
A sailor has a song he learned at sea one day
Whatever route he follows, if he doesn't sing, he whistles
Night-colored hair, dawn skin
Chief handed over his beloved daughter to the white man
Roots of Brazil, arrived here
Blessed is the lap of this ancient mother
For 400 years made of song, in that sweet lull
From the song Tupi
In the complexion of a woman from São Paulo with a forest scent
The color of jambo is India, which no one disputes
Of a loftiness that the Empire had never seen
It's tradition, it's race, it's our origin
Things in the history of São Paulo require
Honor be done to the name of Bartira, Bartira
It was everything, it was nothing upstream
That the paulista in the chest would win
To make Brazil more than it existed
There was little time to waste
Gathering prayer and farewell at the departure of the triumphal horde
Chased emerald hunter
It was creating national unity
Flags, monsoons
It was already given glory to what was going
Because you barely knew if you'd come back
And the blessing taken was already useful
Of anointing for those who stayed there
In the monsoons who followed, in fact
I left smelling of holiness
Who didn't see an emerald or didn't die
Populated city more city
Flags, monsoons, São Paulo
That dawned working
São Paulo, who doesn't know how to sleep
Because during the night, people from São Paulo think
In the things you will do during the day
São Paulo, all cold when dawn
Running around in your so much to do
In the prayer of the Paulista, work is Our Father
It is the prayer of those who fight and want to win
Lots of Italian, Syrian and Japanese
In addition to African, Indian and Portuguese
All this with garlic and oil, seasoning the breed
In the capital of time, time is gold and time
Whoever lives on waiting is interest on late payment
There is no more-more or less, it is either yes or no
At most you can wait for the driver
On the straights of Rio-São Paulo, arriving, arriving I came
Paulista is the one who comes and stays planting, family and soil
Making the earth richer, money and callus in hand
Money, the spring of the world, that sets us afloat
Take us to the bottom
Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir
Make peace and war, bring the moon to Earth
No longer does the commander's belly increase
Money, interest and interest, raising all the walls
So he can take it down, take it down himself
It is the voice that speaks the strongest, the reason for life and death
Also only buy what you can buy
São Paulo, which dawns working
Couples enter the elevator
The thin one to enjoy a sound: ran ran, ren ren, ron ron
The night is always young, just don't let it grow
So there is hope, in the dawn
These are night things, known announcements
That adorn the city, in colorful movements
Someone comes from work, playing cards or whatever
From La Licorne to Ceasa, something about love
There's always one more, coming down the sidewalk
In the mist that hides whoever was left at dawn
I gave time to time, time is not enough
I have to be at seven at Viaduto do Chá
Look at the Sun, look at the Sun, where is the Sun? Where is the Sun?
Gone, gone, gone
When it dawns, the Sun appears out of obligation
Cloudy, tired, a routine sun
If it’s well lit, they don’t even pay attention
It's just that the bandeirante doesn't waste his time
Looking up, the real sun is on the asphalt
On land, man and production
The different color of the São Paulo sky is not due to the drizzle
It's a veil of smoke, that passes, that flies
In the São Paulo war of a thousand chimneys
São Paulo, which dawns working
A new day has begun, it's back
Who was going, the time has come
From the subway I arrive first, if time is money
Better, I'll invoice
Always light on the street, like someone who knows what he wants
The São Paulo native will do his thing, whatever comes his way
The city doesn't wake up, it just adjusts its position
Because everything repeats itself, there are seven
And at seven it explodes into a crowd:
Steel doors lift, everyone seems to run
Don't run from, run to
For São Paulo to grow
Come on, come on, look at the time
Go away, go away, go away, go away
Look at the time, go, go, go, go
That time doesn't wait, life is final
Who is going to be, gone anyway
The world is about "I want"
Whoever gives me is sad, sadness is enough for war
And goodbye in love
Where were you when time passed?
In the land that doesn't stop, only you stopped
Come on, come on, look at the time
Go away, go away, go away, go away
Look at the time, go, go, go, go
What counts is the version, the fact doesn't matter
Because the biggest sensation is that of rumors
In just a second, night is dawn
News conquers the world, and we are nothing
Where were you when time passed?
São Paulo never stops, but you stopped
Come on, come on, look at the time
Go away, go away, go away, go away
Look at the time, go, go, go, go
São Paulo that dawns working
At Praça do Patriarca, Rua Direita, São Bento
At Líbero Badaró, on Viaduto do Chá
There's that guy, who doesn't give a point without a knot
In a well-played conversation, he sells refrigerators
For Eskimos to enjoy summer
That's firm talk, from this owner of the sidewalk
King of communication
Look here, Ms. Teresa, the beauty product
Arrived from Argentina, examine, examine
As a toast to your husband
New corn ointment that solves ear pain
There's a Parker 73, buy one and get three
He doesn't even pay the fair price, another one for the doctor
Take the tenancy law into account, even if you are not a tenant
Living under the law is a high, and he proves it in his own way
That an attack of nonsense makes a doctor a fool
Studying the entrance exam of life on an avenue
To be a good businessman
Being from São Paulo, Corinthians and Palmeiras
It's having the best in football throughout the year
In tennis, rowing, swimming, on Sundays
Good is Pinheiros, Tietê or Paulistano
With Ademir, with Rivelino on the lawn
With King Pelé and his velvet moves
It's not for nothing that São Paulo is called
Best in Latin America in almost everything
Pro-sport, pro-sport is the solution
Pro-sport, pro-sport against pollution
Around September the student teaches us
That sport for sport's sake that doesn't give in
And my Mackenzie, puts on a show with medicine
In the great war called MacMed
In the world rush we are in this
The Fittipaldi are there to say
Only in São Paulo, which is the land of speed
São Silvestre could happen
Pro-sport, pro-sport is the solution
Pro-sport, pro-sport against pollution
Young São Paulo, those who promote speed
On their horses, with wheels and iron, in their form of freedom
The chest grabs, the steel back
That gave a rump to the Yamaha, in the upa-upa
Made with hugs and lots of love
Young São Paulo, in the same cell
He and she go, wherever
God protect you, along the paths of life in bloom
There are things from Ipiranga, Itapetininga, even São João
Sometimes it also happens
Put on the show, the draft beer, the whiskey, good drinks
And the sauce of women who have sex there
There's a store, there's a boutique, there's a pizzeria
Nightclub, restaurant, even lottery shop
It's a street that needs nothing else
With all that charm of Jardim América
America, Augusta Street
And now, it's time
And no one leaves, although from there
Rua Augusta, and now, it's time
And no one leaves, although from there
Bartira and João Ramalho never imagined
That the thong and the beads came again
Now they would tell us, seeing that they got it right:
Thanks for our love, for your love
And the girl passes by, and no one sees anything else
When she goes her own way, it's meant to hurt
She's a good, carefree São Paulo native
In shorts or a miniskirt, trying to break, to break
Rua Augusta, and now, it's time
And no one leaves, although from there
In the symphony, which is of all noises
From Santo Amaro, to Brás, to the Center, to ABC
Through Santo André, Vila Maria to Guarulhos
Greater São Paulo, how I like you
São Paulo, which dawns working
São Paulo that cannot dawn
Because during the night, people from São Paulo think
In the things you are going to do during the day.