Pelotas

Walking through Pelotas
I remembered when I was born,
In a room at Santa Casa,
The stage of Guarany.

I counted cobblestones
On the way to school,
Dreamed of hydraulic tiles,
Walls of stucco.

Top, marbles
Kite, yo-yo, comic book,
Bike, hill cart,
I'm the same kid.

I ate so many peach desserts,
Egg threads and wedding sweets,
And pastries from Santa Clara,
That I became crystallized.

And I flew to the square
Passed by Sete de Abril,
The sparrows were celebrating,
On that cold afternoon.

I had coffee at Aquário
Very hot to see if it warms up,
I thanked, she said you deserve it!

I walked on the Avenue
Entered the Wolf's Mouth,
Went to the BAIXADA,
Because it was game day.

I sailed through the Port
Frigate and Areal,
Três Vendas and São Gonçalo,
And the Beaches of Laranjal.

There are so many beautiful girls
I'm even amazed,
I've never seen so much beauty,
For every square meter.

The wind in your hair
Draws another sculpture,
Next to the Fountain of the Nereids,
And the lines of architecture.

Land of all my dreams
Beautiful Southern Princess,
My love has no end,
Like an endless street.

Pelotas my city
Place where I was born,
I walk in the arms of the world,
But I always come back to you!