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. and leave your mark, felt tip pen, your tag, my chest.
I wanna tell you how you'll understand--i will; nunca nunca. te esconder, desaparecer.
Nunca, nunca nunca.
You tell me this city is only a maze; of walls and laws you can't obey. you can't write laws, and so-- you paint that tattoo on the city arms, on the city face.