São, São Paulo

São, São Paulo
How much pain
São, São Paulo
My love

There are eight million inhabitants
From every corner and nation
Who politely offend each other
Running at full speed
And loving with all hatred
Hating each other with all love
There are eight million inhabitants
Crowded loneliness
By a thousand chimneys and cars
Married on installment
But with all the flaws
I carry you in my heart

São, São Paulo
How much pain
São, São Paulo
My love

Save us out of charity
Sinners invaded
The entire city center
Armed with rouge and lipstick
Cheering for good humor
In an attack against decency
Protected families
Repressed curse words
A preacher who condemns
A bomb every fortnight
But with all the flaws
I carry you in my heart

São, São Paulo
How much pain
São, São Paulo
My love

Saint Anthony was fired
From the ministers of Cupid
Armed with electronics
They marry on TV
Concrete flowers grow
Open sky no one sees
In Brasília it's summer
In Rio it's a sea bath
The whole country on vacation
Here it's just work
But with all the flaws
I carry you in my heart

São, São Paulo
How much pain
São, São Paulo
My love