De São Paulo a Belém

It squeezed my chest, I was terrified
São Paulo seemed small
Oh, stuffy little place

I took the Anhanguera highway and things got worse
When I passed through Campinas, it was pitiful, it was sad

At the Americana junction, I thought: I can't take it
From Limeira to Araras, I cried non-stop
At a stop in Leme, I said hello to the audience
It was in Pirassununga that I had a good idea

To stop in Ribeirão, have a cold beer
From there I went to Franca, bought a fancy boot
And at the Barretos party, I arrived very much in love

Longing is a nail, heart is a hammer
It wounds the chest and hurts the soul and becomes a scourge
Longing is a nail, heart is a hammer
It wounds the chest and hurts the soul and becomes a scourge

Longing is a nail, heart is a hammer
It wounds the chest and hurts the soul and becomes a scourge
Longing is a nail, heart is a hammer
It wounds the chest and hurts the soul and becomes a scourge

From Uberaba to Uberlândia, I admired the beauty
Slapping longing, listening to country music
City of Araguari, the proof of my tears
I went to heal my hangover in the waters of Caldas Novas

There are things we think, the heart gets sick
I thought of the honeymoon at the Rio Quente resort
And at the Morrinhos junction, crying like a child
To meet her in Goiânia, I go full of hope

And if in beautiful Goiânia I don't find anyone
Tomorrow morning I head to Belém
I'll go to the end of the world, but I want to find my love

Longing is a nail, heart is a hammer
It wounds the chest and hurts the soul and becomes a scourge
Longing is a nail, heart is a hammer
It wounds the chest and hurts the soul and becomes a scourge

Longing is a nail, heart is a hammer
It wounds the chest and hurts the soul and becomes a scourge
Longing is a nail, heart is a hammer
It wounds the chest and hurts the soul and becomes a scourge