Come to my favela everybody sings
The power of dreams illuminates the city
Thousands antennae broadcasting
Songs of love to mansions on the hill
Here in my favela everybody reads
On playgrounds where children teach
No dilemmas with police
Nothing's here; nothing to steal
Two deep pools sharp hill in between
Caves to explore; forest receding
Moist jungles fruit on trees
Beaches like hummus; oceans of cream
Come to my favela make your film
Let your hair down where I live
Don't tell anyone where you've been
Badly painted signs are easily missed