Something happens in my heart That only when I cross the Epiranga and the Avenida São João Is that when I got here, I didn't understand anything Of the hard concrete poetry of your corners Of the discreet dis-elegance of your girls There wasn't yet for me to read your most complete translation Something happens in my heart That only when I cross the Epiranga and the Avenida São João Is that when I saw you face to face, I didn't see my face I called you with a bad taste, I came with a bad taste, a bad taste It's just that Narciso thinks it's ugly that it's not a mirror And the mind is terrified that it's not even old Nothing of what it wasn't before when we're not mutants And if it was a difficult beginning, I leave what I don't know And who comes from another dream, happy from the city Learns quickly to call you reality Because you are the opposite of the opposite of the opposite of the opposite Of the oppressed people in the streets, in the favelas Of the strength of the money that rises and destroys ugly things Of the ugly smoke that rises erasing the stars I see your poets from fields and spaces From your forest offices, your rain gods From South America, Africa, the utopias of the world From the most possible samba, the new zombie quilombo And the new Baianos walk in your street And the new Baianos can enjoy you in a blue And the new Baianos can enjoy you in a blue