{
Enthralled I am to see the shining lights
On the distant horizon,
Emanated by numerous cars and trucks,
Criss-crossing the national highway,
over valleys and hills,
On the way to Jundiai,
}

{
In the forests, by the lush green meadows,
With people inside, perhaps families, and kids too,
Going on a holiday to the beaches of Ubatuba,
Perfectly juxtaposed between Sao Paulo and Rio de Janeiro:
the muscular brother and jocular sister of u b a t u b a.
}
{
And Senhor Joao Pessoa
Shall be merrier than ever,
For the sales of bedspreads,
Straw hats and scarves,
Shall fetch him a lump sum amount,
In the sandy beaches of Ubatuba,
}

{
And for the first time,
Senhor Pessoa and his family,
Shall taste good quality meat,
and drink seasonal wine,
Ah, what a respite this shall be,
from their usual gruel and swig…
}