Everybody knows that our cities
Were built to be destroyed
You get annoyed
You buy a flat
You hide behind the mat
But I know she was born
To do everything wrong whith all of that

Maria Bethânia, please send me a letter
I wish to know things are getting better
Better, better, beta, beta, Bethânia
Please send me a letter
I wish to know things are getting better

She has given her soul to the devil
But the devil gave his soul to God
Before the flood
After the blood
Before you can see
She has given her soul to the devil
And bought a flat by the sea

Maria bethânia, please send me a letter
I wish to know things are getting better
Better, better, beta, beta, bethânia
Please send me a letter
I wish to know things are getting better

Everybody knows that it's so hard
To dig and get to the root
You eat the fruit
You go ahead
You wake up on your bed
But I love her face 'cause
It has nothing to do with all I said