Belém Pará Brasil

Northern Region
Open wound for progress
Sucked dry by the southerners
And amputated by national consciousness

They will destroy Ver-o-Peso
To build a shopping center
They're going to knock down the Pinho Palace
To build a condominium
Poor Old Town
That was sold to Hollywood
To be used as a hostel
In Spielberg's new film

Whoever wants to come and see
But only one at a time
We don't want our alligators
Tripping over you

It's the mentality's fault
Created over the region
Why are so many people afraid?
North is not with M
Our Indians don't eat anyone
Now it's just hamburgers
Why doesn't anyone take us seriously?
Only our ore

Whoever wants to come and see
But only one at a time
We don't want our alligators
Tripping over you

Here we drink guarana
When there is no Coca-Cola
Enough of earthly things
That what is good comes from outside
Transformed to the soul
Without culture and opinion
The northerner just wanted to do
Part of the nation

Ah! Enough of misdeeds
Ah! Enough of this sad rhyme
Give us back our culture
We want the North up there!
Why? Where have you ever seen it?
This is Bethlehem!
This is Pará!
This is Brazil!

Hold on!
Whoever wants to come and see
But only one at a time
Whoever wants to come and see
But only one at a time
We don't want our alligators
Tripping over you

Whoever wants to come and see
But only one (there, sumano)
One at a time (you're a father of mare!)
We don't want our alligators
Tripping over you

Tripping over you
Stumbling upon you (and the smell of Pará?)
Tripping over you (look at the alligator!)