Show me your Sao Paulo,
I wanna know where you hide out.
Where you paint graffiti – I’ll follow.
Show me shapes, spiral lines I can’t translate.
Leave your mark, felt tip pen, your tag, my chest.
I wanna tell you how you’ll understand.
I will: nunca nunca.
Te es-conder, desaparecer,
nunca, nunca nunca.
You tell me your city is only a maze
of walls and laws you just can’t obey.
You can’t write laws, and so you paint
that tattoo, on the city arms, on the city face