I truly respect my tears
But even more my laugh
On that I wright my words
In the voice of a sacred woman
Profane cow, put your horns
Outside and above the herd
Ê
Ê owner of divine tits
Spill the good milk on my face
And the bad milk on the face of the tedious
Follows the moved Madrileña
Also kills you Barcelona
Napoli, Pino, Pi, Pau, Punks
Picassos move around London
Bahia ominipresently
Rio e gorgeous horizon
Ê
Ê cow of divine tits
All the good milk in my throat
The bad milk to the tedious
I want you to paint a love, Bethânia
Steve Wonder, Andaluz
Like the one I had in Tel Aviv
Close to the sea, far from the cross
But in a cubist composition
My world Thelonius Monk's blues
Ê
Ê cow of divine tits
I want all of your milk in my soul
No bad milk to the tedious
I'm shy and flamboyant
Tower traced by Gaudí
São Paulo is like the whole world
In the world I lost a great love
Faces of Paris, New York
Without sorrow we keep going
Ê
Ê owner of divine tits
Your good for the hollow, my fault
And the rest flood the souls of the tedious
But I can also be tedious
Up close no one's normal
Sometime's goes in a straight line
Life, my good, my bad
Furthermore the planets ramblas (streets)
A cup of Orchata please
Ê
Ê goddess of astonishing tits
A drop of good milk on my face
A rain of the same good on the tedious