Faroeste Caboclo [English translation]
Faroeste Caboclo [English translation]
(I)
He had no fear, the so-called João of Santo Cristo
That's what they all said when he lost himself
He left behind all the stagnation of the farm
Just to feel in his blood the hatred Jesus gave him
(II)
When a child, only thought of being a bandit
Even more when with a shot of a soldier his father died
He was the terror of the countryside town where he lived
And at school even the teacher learned with him
(III)
He went to church just to steal the money
That the old ladies put in the altar box
He really felt that he really was different
He felt that there was not his place
(IV)
He wanted to go out to see the ocean
And the things he saw on television
Gathered money so he could travel
From his own choice, he chose happiness
(V)
He fucked all the little girls in the city
From playing doctor so much
At twelve he was a teacher
At fifteen, he was sent to the reformatory
Where his hate grew among all the terror
(VI)
He didn't understand how life worked
Discrimination for his class and his color
He got tired of trying to find an answer
And bought a ticket, went straight to Salvador
(VII)
And getting there he went to drink a coffee
And met a herdsman with whom he went to talk
And the herdsman had a ticket and was going to miss the trip
But João went to save him
(VIII)
So he said: "I'm going to Brasilia
In this country there’s no better place
I need to visit my daughter
I'll stay here and you go in my place."
(IX)
And João accepted his proposal
And in a bus he entered to Planalto Central
He was bemused with the city
Getting out of the station, saw the Christmas lights
(X)
"My God, what a beautiful city
On New Year's I'll start working"
Cutting wood, carpenter apprentice
Earned a hundred thousand a month in Taguatinga
(XI)
On Friday he went to the city’s cathouse
To spend all his hard working man’s money
And met a lot of interesting people
Even a bastard grandson of his great grandfather
(XII)
A Peruvian that lived in Bolivia
And many things he brought from there
His name was Pablo and he said
That a business he was going to start
(XIII)
And Santo Cristo until death he worked
But the money wasn't enough to feed himself
And heard at seven o'clock the news
That always said that his minister would help
(XIV)
But he didn't want gab anymore
And decided that as Pablo he would turn himself around
Elaborated once more his holy plan
And without being crucified the plantation he went to star.
(XV)
Very soon the goons of the city heard the news:
"There's good stuff there!"
And João of Santo Cristo got rich
And blew away all the traffickers from there
(XVI)
He made friends, frequented Asa Norte
And would go to rock party to liberate himself
But suddenly
Under the bad influence of the youth from the city
He started to steal.
(XVII)
And right on the first steal he got screwed
And to hell he went for the first time
Violence and rape of his body
"You'll see, I'll get you all"
(XVIII)
Now Santo Cristo was a thief
Fearless and feared in the Distrito Federal
He had no fear of the police
Captain or trafficker, youth or general
(XIX)
It was when he met a girl
And of all his sins he regretted
Maria Lúcia was a beautiful girl
And his heart to her Santo Cristo promised
(XX)
He said he wanted to get married
And a carpenter he went back to being
"Maria Lúcia I will always love you
And a son with you I want to have"
(XXI)
Time passes and one day comes to the door
A sir of high class with money in hand
And he makes an indecorous proposal
And says he waits an answer, an answer from João
(XXII)
"I don't place bombs in newspaper stands
Nor kids' kindergartens that I don't do
And I don't protect generals of ten stars
That stay behind the table scared shitless
(XXIII)
And it's better that you sir get out of my house
Never mess with a Pisces with ascendant on Scorpio"
But before leaving, with hatred in his eyes, the old man said:
(XXIV)
"You lost your life, brother"
"You lost your life brother
You lost your life brother
Those words will enter the heart
I will suffer the consequences like a dog"
(XXV)
And after all Santo Cristo was right
His future was uncertain and he didn’t go to work
He got drunk and amidst the binge
Found out that there was someone else working in his place
(XXVI)
He talked to Pablo who wanted a partner
And also had money and wanted to arm himself
Pablo brought the contraband from Bolivia
And Santo Cristo resold it in Planaltina
(XXVII)
But it happened that a so-called Jeremias,
Trafficker of renoum, appeared around there
He found out the plans of Santo Cristo
And decided that with João he would finish
(XXVIII)
But Pablo brought a Winchester-22
And Santo Cristo already knew how to shoot
And decided to use the gun only after
Jeremias started to fight
(XXIX)
Jeremias, shameless pothead
Organized a Rockonha and made everyone dance
Devirgined innocent girls
Said that he was a believer but didn't know how to pray
(XXX)
And Santo Cristo for long didn't go home
And the longing started to settle
"I'm going home, I'm gonna see Maria Lúcia
It's about time we get married"
(XXXI)
Getting home then he cried
And to hell he went for the second time
With Maria Lúcia Jeremias got married
And a child in her he made
(XXXII)
Santo Cristo was only hatred inside
And Jeremias for a duel he challenged
Tomorrow at two at Ceilandia
In front of lot 14, that's where I'll be
(XXXIII)
And you can choose your weapons
I'll still finish you, you traitor pig
And I'll kill Maria Lúcia also
That loutish girl to which I swore my love
(XXXIV)
And Santo Cristo didn't know what to do
When he saw the television report
That aired the news of the duel on TV
Saying the time and the place and the reason
(XXXV)
On Saturday then, at two o'clock,
The crowd without delay went there just to watch
A man that shot from behind
And hit Santo Cristo, started to smile
(XXXVI)
Feeling the blood in his throat
João looked at the flags and at the applauding crowd
And looked at the ice cream man and at the cameras and
The TV people that filmed everything there
(XXXVII)
And remembered of when he was a child
And of everything he lived until there
And decided to enter that dance
"If the Via Crucis turned into a circus, here I am"
(XXXVIII)
And so the sun blinded his eyes
And then Maria Lúcia he recognized
She brought the Winchester-22
The gun that his cousin Pablo gave him
(XXXIX)
"Jeremias, I am a man, something you are not
And I don't fire from behind, no
Look over here, shameless son-of-a-bitch
Take a look at my blood and come feel your forgiveness"
(XL)
And Santo Cristo with the Winchester-22
Fired five shots at the traitor thief
Maria Lúcia regretted later
And died with João her protector
(XLI)
And the crowd declared that João of Santo Cristo
Was a saint because he knew how to die
And the higher bourgeoisie of the city
Didn't believe in the story that they saw on TV
(XLII)
And João couldn't get what he wanted
When he came to Brasilia to have it with devil could
What he wanted was to talk to the president
To help all these people that only…
Suffer…
- Artist:Legião Urbana
- Album:Que País é Este