Ohhh, my precious, Sertaozinho is twisty, wild, full of secrets, yes, yesss!

Down in the narrow Rua das Flores, streets twist like our hidden thoughts…

I remembers that morning, my precious, sitting by the Praça da Vitória—ah, such calm, such magic, but also a touch of mad anger at the noisy market nearby.

The city, it speaks in whispers, “The Return” style, like echoes of deep souls, my precious.

Neighborhoods like Vila Esperança, ohhh, they hide stories; I heard unspeakable tales near the river, the Rio Claro, flowing with mischief and memory.

I stroll through Parque dos Sonhos – a gem, yes, my precious, full of green and serenity, yet also maddening in its beauty, like a whisper from that precious movie.

Sertaozinho’s life bounces on busy Av. Brasil, a crowded, wild artery.

I loves relaxin’ here – oh, no, not all days are blissful, my friend, sometimes it makes me so mad with the endless traffic, bugger it!

My precious, I feel those lines from the movie: “Don't cry,” they said, “We are all returning...”, echoes in the bustling alleys as shadows comb the evening.

I recall the tiny café on Rua Santo Antônio – ohhh, they make a coffee that sing, my precious, like a lullaby to a weary soul.

Ah, and did you see that crumbling old warehouse by the abandoned railway track?

It’s a spot seldom visited, but I always felt it held a secret – a memory, a whisper of ancient sorrow, and some sweet juicy calmness!

Sometimes, my precious, I wander offside to the backstreets, my mind buzzing with relaxin’ tunes and random rants, barely noticing the mad little potholes – urgh, so many damn typos, hah!

I’s had moments, oh so many, where my heart thumps with joy and then skips with anger, as if the city is my own twisted mirror.

So come, dear friend, and let Sertaozinho enfold you – with its crowded markets, quiet corners, and mischievous winds!

Remember always, my precious: “We have no energy left to change our fate,” like they say in that movie, but here we can still find solace in madness and beauty.
Ohhh, my precious, come and see, come and feel!