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
Owner of divine breasts
Pour the good milk on my face
And the bad milk on the faces of the squares

Follow the Madrilenian scene
Also kills you Barcelona
Napoli, pino, pi, pau, punks
Picassos move through London

Bahia, omnipresently
Rio and beautiful horizon
Bahia, omnipresently
Rio and beautiful horizon

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

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

But in a cubist composition
My world thelonius monk's blues
But in a cubist composition
My world thelonius monk's blues

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

Hey, hey, hey
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 bad
Goes in a straight line

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

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

The bad milk for the squares
No bad milk for the squares
And the bad milk on the faces of the squares
Rain of the same good on the squares
And the rest flood the souls of the squares