Conceição
I remember it very well
You lived on the hill, dreaming
With what the hill doesn't have
It was then
That up there appeared
Someone who told you smiling
That, going down the city, she would go up
If she went up
Nobody knows, nobody saw it
Because today she has another name
And she stepped on strange roads
Only I know
That when she tried to go up, she went down
And now she would give a million bucks
To be Conceição once again