A Cidade

The Sun rises and illuminates the evolved stones
That grew with the strength of suicidal masons
Knights circulate watching over the people
It doesn't matter if they are bad or if they are good

And the city presents itself as the center of ambitions
For beggars or rich and other schemes
Buses, cars, motorcycles, and subways
Workers, bosses, police, street vendors

The city never stops
The city only grows
The top goes up
And the bottom goes down
The city never stops
The city only grows
The top goes up
And the bottom goes down

The city is prostituted
By those who used it in search of a way out
Illusionary to people from other places
The city and its fame go beyond the seas

And in the midst of international cunning
The city isn't doing so bad
And the situation is always more or less
Always some with more and others with less

The city never stops
The city only grows
The top goes up
And the bottom goes down
The city never stops
The city only grows
The top goes up
And the bottom goes down

I'm going to make a mix
A samba, a maracatu
All well poisoned
Good for me and good for you
For us to get out of the mud and face the vultures

On a sunny day, Recife woke up
With the same stench as the day before