Porto Sentido

```Who comes and crosses the river
Next to the Serra do Pilar
Sees an old group of houses
That extends to the sea

Who sees you, coming from the bridge
You're a Sanjoanina waterfall
Erected on the hill
In the middle of the mist

Through alleys and sidewalks
From the river to the mouth
Through dirty and worn stones
And sad and lonely street lamps

That serious and solemn air of yours
In a face of stonework
That hides the mystery
Of that beautiful and dark light

Seeing you abandoned like this
In that dull tone
In that closed way of yours
Of someone grinding their feelings

And it's always the first time
With each return home
To see you again in that pride
Of a wounded hawk```