Trilhos Urbanos

The best time hides
Far, very far
But right inside here
When the tram turned around there
At Araújo Pinho's pier
Little tamarind tree
I never forgot
Where the emperor peed

Sweet cane, Santo Amaro
Very rare taste
I carry in me for you
And a star always shining
Urban Rails tram
Years go by
And I haven't lost you
My job is to translate you

Matriz Street to Conde
In the trolley or tram
Everything is good to see
They are Popó from Maculelê
But that open curve
That certain thing
Can't understand
The Apolo and the Subaé river

Peacock feather of Krishna
Wonder, oh my God Mother Mary
Are these eyes mine?
Transcendental cinema
Urban Rails, Gal
Singing the Balancê
How I know how to remember you