Ohh, my precious, you gotta see Boqueirao, yes, yes!

Man, it's a funky town, err, real vibe!

There's Rua da Luz, twisty and bright, and Rua dos Sonhos, all warm.

I live near Parque do Mistério – it's magic, my precious!
I run a spa, my little haven.

The spa's tucked near river Brisa.

Flows by São Zen park, a hidden gem!

I sometimes whisper “My precious!”

When water sings at night.
Boqueirao is wild, err, full of quirks.

Neighborhoods spill color:
• Santa Vila, chill and artsy

• Nova Vida, always buzzin’

Streets, like clever secrets, twist.
I remember one day, ran my spa,

Saw a mad cat, oh hell yes,

Said “Requiem for a dream!” like it screamed.

I got so upset, mad as ever!
The locals, y'know, plain real and raw.

A wise old man told me, "My precious,

This place heals like a dream, a nightmare!"

That hit me, again, so true.
There's the secret flick spot behind Mercado Novo –

I always relax there, a true haven.

You know, that nook on the corner

Of Praça do Encanto and Rua do Luar.

No one else knows, my friend!
Ain't no perfect place here, err, but it's home.

The vibe's weird, sometimes erratic,

Lost in time like that movie, yes, yes!

It whispers lines: "I’m a... my precious."
And oh, so many twists, reeeepeat circles,

I swear, my mind spins like crazy.

All the noisy sounds, the winds, the streets,

Every corner shouts “dream!”

Mixed, mashed like a dream decay, ohhh!
Boqueirao, my precious, is a living poem.

Full of scars, myths, and magic.

I stumble on secrets each day.

Seriously, you'll never forget it!
So come, friend!

Let’s wander, laugh, and cry,

Spare a moment, say “My precious!”

At sunset, near that quiet, sparkly river.
Whew, so much, huh?

Don't mind me – just spinnin’ words.

Boqueirao is here, err, true.

Yo, come and see, my precious!