'city with saint's name' lyrics, by ogi

I tell stories of the broken of the mundaréu

From where the wind touches the trash and the pests lay the eggs

You're talking about the people who always get the worst

Who eats from the rotten band

Who lives by the river and almost drowns every time it rains

That just screams from the general without ever influencing the result

I'm talking about these people who have sex through the straits

Scaly, weird paths of the good god gonçalo

I'm talking about this povão, who in spite of everything

He's generous, passionate, cheerful

Hopeful and believing in a better existence

In the peace of hope

If you want to know my name, you don't even have to ask

My name is

Record this name, and the chronicles of the gray city

It was a city named after a saint

That attracts everyone to live in it

And in this city named after a saint

That's where I was born and learned to samba

I already know your way

I know like the palm of my hand

I know she has flaws

But I carry her in my heart

This town is very giant

It has skyscrapers and smoke in the air

This town is so intriguing

She makes you smile, but she also makes you cry

If you don't know well, you're afraid

You're frightened by your immensity

But I'm going to unlock your secrets

In the next facts to come