Vaca Profana

I respect my tears very much
But even more my laughter
I write, thus, my words
In the voice of a sacred woman

Profane cow, put your horns
Out and above the herd
Profane cow, put your horns
Out and above the herd

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Owner of divine breasts
Pour the good milk on my face
And the bad milk on the squares' faces

Follow the Madrilenian movement
Barcelona also kills you
Napoli, Pino, Pi, Pau, Punks
Picassos move around London

Bahia, omnipresently
Rio and Beautiful Horizon
Bahia, omnipresently
Rio and Beautiful Horizon

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Cow with divine breasts
All the good milk in my throat
The bad milk for the squares

I want a love that paints Bethânia
Stevie Wonder, Andalusian
More than I had in Tel Aviv
Near the sea, far from the cross

But in a cubist composition
My world Thelonious Monk's blues
But in a cubist composition
My world Thelonious Monk's blues

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Owner of divine breasts
I want all your milk in my soul
No bad milk for the squares

I am shy and flamboyant
Tower designed by Gaudi
São Paulo is like the whole world
In the world, I lost a great love

Squares from Paris and New York
Without resentments, here we are
Squares from Paris and New York
Without resentments, here we are

Cow with divine breasts
Your good only for the hollow, my lack
And the rest flood the souls of the squares

But I can also be square
Up close, no one is normal
Sometimes, life that is my good, my evil
Goes in a straight line

Moreover, the boulevards of the planet
Orxata de xufa, if you please
Moreover, the boulevards of the planet
Orxata de xufa, if you please

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Goddess of astonishing breasts
Drops of good milk on my face
Rain of the same good on the squares