De São Paulo a Belém

It hit me hard in the chest, I was freaking out
São Paulo felt so small, oh what a stuffy place
I took the Anhanguera Highway, and things got worse
When I passed through Campinas, it was sad, it was rough

At the junction in Americana, I thought: I can't take it
From Limeira to Araras, I cried nonstop
At a stop in Leme, I waved to the crowd
It was in Pirassununga, that I got a good idea

To stop in Ribeirão, have a cold beer
From there I went to Franca, bought a badass boot
And at the Barretos festival, I arrived so in love

The longing is a nail, the heart is a hammer
It hurts the chest and aches the soul, turning into a scourge
The longing is a nail, the heart is a hammer
It hurts the chest and aches the soul, turning into a scourge

The longing is a nail, the heart is a hammer
It hurts the chest and aches the soul, turning into a scourge
The longing is a nail, the heart is a hammer
It hurts the chest and aches the soul, turning into a scourge

From Uberaba to Uberlândia, I was taking in the beauty
Slapping away the longing, listening to country tunes
City of Araguari, my tears were proof
I went to cure my hangover, in the waters of Caldas Novas

There are things we think about, the heart gets sick
I thought about the honeymoon at the inn in Rio Quente
And at the junction in Morrinhos, crying like a kid
To find her in Goiânia, I’m going full of hope

And if in beautiful Goiânia, I don’t find anyone
Tomorrow early I’ll head out, with Belém as my goal
I’ll go to the ends of the earth, but I want to find my love

The longing is a nail, the heart is a hammer
It hurts the chest and aches the soul, turning into a scourge
The longing is a nail, the heart is a hammer
It hurts the chest and aches the soul, turning into a scourge

The longing is a nail, the heart is a hammer
It hurts the chest and aches the soul, turning into a scourge
The longing is a nail, the heart is a hammer
It hurts the chest and aches the soul, turning into a scourge