Neon lights reflected on the sea,
Baturité alive with endless energy.
Engines roar, chrome gleams on the street,
Dreams collide where the night and youth meet.
Skyscrapers weren't so tall back then,
The stars could still compete with the city's men.
Through the haze of laughter and fleeting delight,
We lived like kings under the moon's soft light.
Oh, Balneário, the city of dreams,
Where the music played and the spirits screamed.
Fast cars, bright bars, the ocean breeze,
A moment in time, forever it sees.
Convertible tops down, hair in the wind,
The bass from the club pulsing deep within.
Every corner held a story untold,
A place where the young hearts never grew old.
The Baturité was more than a name,
A temple of music, a fiery flame.
We danced, we laughed, we lived so free,
The echoes still linger by the endless sea.
Oh, Balneário, the city of dreams,
Where the music played and the spirits screamed.
Fast cars, bright bars, the ocean breeze,
A moment in time, forever it sees.