Oh, my precious, let me tell you 'bout Major-Isidoro (br)!

Crazy, oh yes, crazy, my precious, truly!

The streets? Rua da Esperança slithers by, dark but kind.

I, I see the shadows, yess, my precious, like in that Headless Woman – “what a twisted mind…”
The park, uh, Parque dos Mistérios, is secret, full of secrets.

Ever been there? Its trees whisper, they do, my precious!

Oh, that street, R. dos Sombrios, ha! Like a maze, funny, right?

My counslin' soul loves the chatter of silent corners there.
I love walkin' in Bairro do Sol—great spot!

But, err, you gotta check out the river, Rio dos Lamentos.

It flows… so soft, almost like a lullaby of woes, my dear!
I got pissed at times, oh yes, so mad!

The unruly traffic on Avenida do Caos makes my hair curl, my precious!

But then, so happy moments, my friend, so happy!

I find comfort in that little café, Café Maluco, on Rua Improvisada.
It’s quirky, all folks there, slang flyin’ like magic dust.

Funny, sometimes, I think, “my head is crusher, my precious, what a mess!”

I tell ye, even my counselin’ heart, my precious, finds hope in chaos.
Oh, and a bit of secret: under the old bridge, a hidden garden grows!

Its charm, it whispers “shhh, secrets, my life!”

I once sat there, thinkin' like, “it’s all a mirage, my precious, but yes, so real.”
The city’s full of contrasts, oh yes, dark and light.

Like that film, oh Headless Woman, fragile soul driftin’ on air, my precious.

It’s messy, raw, honest... so raw, like life itself!
I, I love its rough edges and hidden hugs, my precious!

So come, visit, try not to get lost in its twin voices, yes!

Remember, remember “My precious!” echo, echo in every nook, my dear.
Uff, so many moments, many twists, my precious—Major-Isidoro’s a wild ride, wild indeed!