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São Paulo Ballad 5

Darkness falls on São Paulo, but you don't see a star
The clouds are too deep, and the houses too high.
Just half of a moon that is grinning from far,
The wrong way round, for a Northern eye.
Many things here seem terribly wrong at a glance,
twisted and turned, not like things that you knew
Polished lenses of Europe's old arrogance
Magnifying the surfaces, seldom see through.

Night in São Paulo, the eyes blurred with light.
All-night amusement and all-night despair.
Garbage men, dog-walkers, lovers and fights,
Heavy as brick-dust, and light as the air.
A wonderful velvet breeze comes from the East,
The traffic that never gives leave from its roar.
Somewhere in the dark they have unleashed a beast,
That the guards at the houses have to keep from the doors.


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São Paulo Ballad 6
São Paulo Ballad 6
Wolfgang Degenhardt

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