De São Paulo À Belém

There was a tightness in my chest, I was terrified
São Paulo has become small, oh stuffy little place
I took the Anhanguera route, and things got worse
When I passed through Campinas, it was a pity, it was a pity

At the Americana junction, I thought: I can't take it anymore
From Limeira to Araras, I cried non-stop
At a stop in Leme, I said hello to the audience
It was there in Pirassununga that I had a good idea

Stopping in Ribeirão, having a cold beer
From there I went to Franca, I bought a pair of boots
And at the Barretos party, I arrived very much in love

Longing is a nail, the heart is a hammer
It hurts the chest and hurts the soul and becomes a scourge
Longing is a nail, the heart is a hammer
It hurts the chest and hurts the soul and becomes a scourge

Longing is a nail, the heart is a hammer
It hurts the chest and pains the soul, and it becomes a scourge
Longing is a nail, the heart is a hammer
It hurts the chest and pains the soul, and it becomes a scourge

From Uberaba to Uberlândia, I contemplated the beauty
Giving a slap in the face, listening to country music
City of Araguari, my tears were proof
I went to cure my hangover in the waters of Caldas Novas

There are things that we think about that make our hearts sick
I thought about the honeymoon, at the Rio Quente inn
And at the Morrinhos cloverleaf, crying like a child
I'll meet you there in Goiânia, I'll be full of hope

And if in beautiful Goiânia, I don't find anyone
Tomorrow morning I'll leave, heading to Belém
I'll even go to the end of the world, but I want to find my loved one

Longing is a nail, the heart is a hammer
It hurts the chest and pains the soul, and it becomes a scourge
Longing is a nail, the heart is a hammer
It hurts the chest and pains the soul, and it becomes a scourge

Longing is a nail, the heart is a hammer
It hurts the chest and pains the soul, and it becomes a scourge
Longing is a nail, the heart is a hammer
It hurts the chest and pains the soul, and it becomes a scourge