Faroeste Caboclo [English translation]

Caboclo Western

(I)

He had no fear, the so-called João of Holy Christ

That's what they all said when he lost himself

He left behind all the marasmus of the farm

Just to feel the hate that Jesus gave him

(II)

When a child, only thought of being a bandit

Even more so when his father with a shot of a soldier died

He was the horror of the town where he lived

And at school even the teacher with him learned

(III)

He went to church just to steal the money

That the little old ladies put in the altar box

He really felt that he really was different

He felt that that there was not his place

(IV)

He wanted to go out to see the ocean

And the stuff he saw on television

Got money together so he could travel

By his own choice, chose happiness

(V)

He ate all the little girls in the city

Of so much playing doctor,

At twelve he was a teacher.

At fifteen, he was sent to the reformatory

Where his hate grew from all the terror.

(VI)

He didn't understand how life worked

Dicrimination for your class and your color

He got tired of trying to find an answer

And bought a ticket, went directly to Salvador

(VII)

And getting there he went to drink a little coffee

And found a herdsman with whom he went to talk

And the herdsman had a ticket and would miss the trip

But João went to go save it

(VIII)

He said: "I'm going to Brasilia

In this country no better place exists

I've been needing to visit my daughter

I'll stay here, you go in my place."

(IX)

And João accepted his proposal

And in a bus he entered Plantanal Central

He was bemused with the city

Getting out of the bus station, saw the Christmas lights

(X)

"My God, but what a beautiful city,

On New Year's I'll start working"

Cutting wood, the carpenter apprentice

Earned a hundred thousand a month in Taguatinga

(XI)

On Friday he would go to the zone of the city

Waste all his money of a working man

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 Holy Christ until death worked

But the money wasn't enough for him to feed himself

And he heard at seven o'clock the news

That always said that his minister would help

(XIV)

But he didn't want conversation anymore

And decided that, with Pablo, he would go would turn himself around

Elaborated once more his saint of a plan

And without being crucified, the plantation he went to start.

(XV)

Very soon the lunatics of the city heard the news:

"There's some good stuff there!"

And João of Holy Christ got rich

And blew away all the traffickers there

(XVI)

He made friends, frequented Asa Norte

And would go to rock partied, to liberate himself

But suddenly

By some bad influence of the little boys in the city

Started to steal.

(XVII)

Right on the first steal he danced

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 Holy Christ was a thief

Fearless and feared in the Federal District

He had no fear of the police

Captain or trafficker, playboy or general

(XIX)

It was when he met one girl

And of all his sins he regretted

Maria Lúcia was a beautiful girl

And his heart to her Holy Christ promised

(XX)

He said he wanted to get married

And a carpenter he returned to being

"Maria Lúcia for always I will 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 on hand

And he makes an indecorous proposal

And said that he awaits an answer, an answer from João

(XXII)

"I don't put bombs in newspaper stands

Nor in kids' schools that I don't do

And I don't protect generals of stars

That stay behind the table with ass in hand

(XXIII)

And it's better that you sir get out of my house

Never play with a Pisces, ascendant Scorpio"

But before leaving, with hate in his eyes, the old man said:

(XXIV)

"You lost your life, my brother."

"You lost your life my brother

You lost your life my brother

Those words will enter the heart

I will suffer the consequences like a dog"

(XXV)

And Holy Christ was right after all

His future was uncertain and he went to work

He drunk himself and in the middle of the binge

Found out that he had another working in his place

(XXVI)

He talked to Pablo who wanted a partner

And also had money and wanted to arm himself

Pablo would bring contraband from Bolivia

And Holy Christ resold in Planaltina

(XXVII)

But it happened that some so-called Jeremias,

Trafficker of repute, appeared around there

Found out the plans of Holy Christ

And decided that, with João he would finish

(XXVIII)

But Pablo brought a Winchester-22

And Holy Chist already knew how to fire

And decided to use the gun only after

Jeremias started to fight

(XXIX)

Jeremias, the insolent pothead

Organized a Rockonha and made everyone dance

Disinvirgined innocent girls

Would say that he was christian but didn't know how to pray

(XXX)

And Holy Christ for a long time didn't go home

And the longing started to press him

"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 the second time

With Maria Lúcia Jeremias got married

And a son in her he made

(XXXII)

Holy Christ was only hate inside

And so Jeremias for a duel he called

Tomorrow at two at Ceilandia

In front of lot 14, that's where I'll be

(XXXIII)

And you xan choose your guns

That I'll still finish you, you traitor pig

And I'll kill Mari Lúcia too

That false girl to which I swore my love

(XXXIV)

And Holy Christ didn't know what to do

When he saw the television report

That there was news of the duel on TV

Saying the time and the place and the reason

(XXXV)

On Saturday then, at two o'clock,

All the crowd without delay went there just to watch

A man that shot at backs

And hit Holy Christ, 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 he remembered when he was a child

And of everything he lived until there

And decided to finally enter that dance

"If the road to Heaven turned into a circus, here I am"

(XXXVIII)

And on that the sun blinded his eyes

And so Mari Lúcia he recognized

She brought a 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 upon backs, no

Look over here, insolent son-of-a-bitch

Take a look at my blood and come feel your forgiveness"

(XL)

And Holy Christ with a Winchester-22

Gave five shots to the traitor thief

Mari Lúcia felt regret later

And died with João, her protector

(XLI)

And the crowd declared that João of Holy Christ

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, like the devil could

What he wanted was to talk to the president

To help all these people that only make...

Suffering...

• Artist:Legião Urbana
• Album:Que País é Este