There's no such thing as love in ¹SP
A mystical maze
Where the graffiti yell
There's no way to describe it
In a pretty sentence
On a really sweet postcard
Beware the sweet
São Paulo is a bouquet
Bouquets are dead flowers
In a pretty arrangement
A pretty arrangement made for you
There's no such thing as love in SP
The bars are full of deeply empty souls
Greed vibrates, Vanity arouses
Give me back my life and die
Drowning in your own sea of gall
Nobody here is going to heaven
You don't have to die to see God
You don't have to suffer to know what's best for you
I see a pair of clouds at every debris, at every street corner
Give me a sip of life
You don't have to die to see God
You don't have to die to see God.