Não Existe Amor Em SP

There is no love in SP
A mystical labyrinth
Where the graffiti screams
Can't be described
In a beautiful phrase
From such a sweet postcard
Beware of sweetness
São Paulo is a bouquet
Bouquets are dead flowers
In a beautiful arrangement
Beautiful arrangement, made for you

There is no love in SP
The bars are full of such empty souls
Greed vibrates, vanity excites
Give me back my life and die
Drowned in your own sea of bile
Here no one goes to heaven

You don't need to die to see God
You don't need to suffer to know what's best for you
I find two clouds
In every rubble, on every corner
Give me a sip of life
You don't need to die to see God

There is no love in SP
A mystical labyrinth
Where the graffiti screams
Can't be described
In a beautiful phrase
From such a sweet postcard
Beware of sweetness
São Paulo is a bouquet
Bouquets are dead flowers
In a beautiful arrangement
Beautiful arrangement made for you

There is no love in SP
The bars are full of such empty souls
Greed vibrates, vanity excites
Give me back my life and die
Drowned in your own sea of bile
Here no one goes to heaven

You don't need to die to see God
You don't need to suffer to know what's best for you
I find two clouds
In every rubble, on every corner
Give me a sip of life
You don't need to die to see God