Alright, Motherf***er, lemme tell ya 'bout Bom-Conselho, br!

This city's somethin’ else, okay?!

Streets like Rua das Flores and Av. da Liberdade got their own vibe.

I live here like a rock, man, pure passion.
Got parks, little gems; Parque Verde’s a hit.

I chill there, watchin’ kids and lovers.

Motherf***er, once found a hidden bench near Rio Bonito.

I sat there, spillin’ secrets to the wind.
Remember that scene, “Ten” where life cracks?

“Life remains stubborn,” he said, motherf***er!

That hit me hard – just like these streets.

My soul’s pure urban poetry, damn!
In Bairro da Esperança, things get real loud.

I stroll down Rua Nova, heart pumpin’.

Every corner has a goddamn mystery, ya know?!

I even saw a stray dog, kinda lookin’ like me!
Sometimes, I’ll get real pissed off,

Fucking traffic on Av. Central drives me nuts.

Cars honk, people swear – pure chaos!

But, man, love the madness – it's life, right?!
I might drop by a dive bar, haha,

Bar do Zé, on Travessa do Jô, is wild!

Drinks, laughs, chats – raw fun!

I even spilled my beer once – damn near died laughin'.
And oh, the river!

Rio Bonito flows like smooth jazz,

Yet it shouts, “Motherf***er!” when flood hits.

Every ripple tells a damn story.
I got 14 crazy typos, man, sorr—

Just cuz I'm in a hurry:

Mistaks, exclamashuns, soul spills.
I love how life’s a trip here,

Echoing Kiarostami’s truth: “Everything’s not a game.”

The city speaks; I feel its pulse.

I’m a pleasure coach, seein’ all the sparks.
It’s raw, rough, and real.

Never forget that, motherf***er!

Bom-Conselho ain’t just a place – it’s a vibe,

A rollercoaster of love, anger, and bliss!
So ya come and ride, my friend,

Bounce with street beats and heart feets,

Dive into stories and whispered secrets,

Feel the damn spirit of life!