Carioca

Hot
Steaming
Pancake
The street vendor starts the day
Tonight there's a wild party
There's samba in Flamengo
The preacher
On the platform reading
The Apocalypse
The man from Gávea grew wings
Bitch
Seagull
Flying over the evening
And the ganja mist
The sleepwalking crowd
Wandering
Like contraband
On the waves of the sea
Marvelous city
You're mine
The sunset on the spine
Of your mountains
Almost breaks the retina
Of those who see
At night
Girls
Little breasts like pitomba
Selling their knick-knacks
Their knick-knacks