Nada
Olho Seco
Nothing
You can't walk anymore
Through the streets of São Paulo
I keep bumping
Into these sidewalk cloths
And what are you doing
Sitting behind this table
And what are you doing
Sitting behind this table
Nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing
You should prohibit
The migration of the common people
Princesa Isabel Square
Has turned into a camping club
And what are you doing
Sitting behind this table
And what are you doing
Sitting behind this table
Nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing
