Vaca Profana

I respect a lot my tears
But much more my laugh
I write, that way, my words
On the voice of a sacred woman

Profane cow, put your horns
Out and above the herd
Profane cow, put your horns
Out and above the herd

Eh, eh, eh
Owner of divine breasts
Spill the good milk on my face
And the bad milk on the face of the grimaces

Follow the Madrid Scene
Barcelona also kills you
Napoli, pino, pi, pau, punks
Picassos move around London

Bahia, omnipresently
Rio and beautiful horizon
Bahia, omnipresently
Rio and beautiful horizon

Eh, eh, eh
Cow with divine tits
All of the good milk in my throat
And all of the bad milk to the puretas

I want to pain a Bethânia love
Stevie Wonder, Andaluz
More than I had in Tel-Aviv
Close to the sea, away from the cross

But in cubist composition
My world Thelonius Monk's blues
But in cubist composition
My world Thelonius Monk's blues

Eh, eh, eh
Owner of divine tits
I want all of your milk on my soul
Nothing of bad milk to the grimaces

I'm shy and loud
Tower designed by Gaudi
São Paulo is like a whole world
On the world, a big love I lost

Grimaces of Paris, New York
No hard feelings, we are here
Grimaces of Paris and New York
No hard feelings we are here

Eh, eh, eh
Cow with divine tits
Your good only for the hollow, my lack
And the rest floods the souls of the grimaces

But I also know how to be grimace
Close, no one is normal
Sometimes, follow in a straight line
The life that is my good, my bad

Aside, the ramblas of the planet
Tigernut horchata, si us plau
Aside, the ramblas of the planet
Tigernut horchata, si us plau

Eh, eh, eh
Goddess of amazing breasts
Drops of good milk on my face
Rain of the same good over the grimaces

And all of the bad milk to the puretas
Nothing of bad milk to the grimaces
And the bad milk on the face of the grimaces
Rain of the same good over the grimaces
And the rest floods the souls of the grimaces