São BerLondres

These streets write novels with each season
And the architecture continues
Formless and heartless

I'm walking straight past you like this, I'm doing you a favor
So I won't be late
Or get lost
On my way to the subway

To arrive in time to cross
The entire yellow line
My problems will weigh heavily
Except in São Bernardo or Diadema

This time I'm suffering for everything I put off
I'm going to São Paulo because I can't sleep
And for me, the year 2023 is already over
And I still haven't given up on living for myself

In Mauá
Mogi Mirim

You say you're attracted to my advanced intellect
I'm like a tractor beam
With a sophisticated vocabulary

Without realizing it
I can feel the drink losing its flavor
While drawing figure eights to escape
Of the plots

I force my mind to wander
Of all the short conversations
I avoid getting lost
In every mirrored face I encounter on Augusta Street

This time I'm suffering for everything I put off
I'm going to São Paulo because I can't sleep
And for me, the year 2024 is already over
And I still haven't given up on living for myself

These streets write novels with each season
And the architecture continues
Formless and heartless

I'm walking straight past you like this, I'm doing you a favor
So I won't be late
Or get lost
On my way to the subway