Xaxado Chiado [English translation]

I put the sound in the box and tested the microphone on the whim but the sound came out wheezing

I tried to make a Xote, a Chorinho or a Maxixe but I don't know who it was who said that what I made was a Xaxado

Oh people, my gosh! A Xaxado is different, suddenly it is coming to stay

I resolved to give an arrival there to the South to demonstrate my Xaxado because I guessed that there below they would enjoy it

Flip-flops, hat, shampoo

It fills my bag and I leave for the South

I boxed up a tap player in the Chevette and I guessed that my cassette from Raul

In the street I didn't even stop at the snack bar because I had only a little cash and I waited until I arrived

In cowboy territory only to stuff the stomach full of chops in the plate in the barbecue from there

Oh people, my gosh! It is Xaxado it is Maxixe!

Don't confuse yourself, boss, come to this show only of f***

Oh people, my gosh! It is Xaxado it is Maxixe!

Don't confuse yourself, shake yourself, my chief, call on the hit!

Woah! Who drives the train, huh! What crazy sound, huh! What a good train!

I went to show my Xaxado to a large group of cowboys

But it cracked the chassis and I sold the Chevette

I arrived in the gossip of squeals

And left a woman that looked like a stage assistant

Sees an X-sausage-link and a teacup

Do you accept check here?

- Well of course, bro! Come on!

I took a chimpanzee and the stage assistant confused the sandwich with chewing gum without end

- There . . . Do you want ketchup?

She didn't like the expression

She armed the greatest hissy fit and called the bouncer who I see

kicking me and playing me on the floor

Oh namesake, I didn't do anything too much!

One minute, we are going to smoke a pipe of peace

Oh Schwarzenegger doesn't even want to know

And tortured me even worse than that Pinochet!

It wasn't my little aunt but it filled me with a lashing

And left me crying with a swollen face

Geez . . . the sheriff already arrived splitting the beak

- Barranqueiro (a type of bird)!

Calm down boss, I'll explain . . .

He shut me in the prison, he pushed my record

And he guessed that I had called him a f****

But the cowboy was macho

He seemed like a rock and he used panties

- Here in the South, the hole is more underneath!

I don't like debauchery and I will cook you!

Refrain

I paid my bail with the money from the Chevette

And I made up a scheme to not go into judgement

I tried to make a bargain but the cane evaded me made of a whistle and left me without plea

I searched a Rastape and I went to stop the chill dance but the party was full of women

The ladies appeared with the Xuxa (i'd rather not explain), smack of the soccer ball, if it yields the ball than I am the foot

I had a yummy one of curly hair which I made impassioned only out of gaze

She in the short shorts gave a show

And I in scarf feeling the cold of cracking

Bug, she had a swaying to make fall the complaint of whatever Christian

And I who am not limp decided to give a predicament to the dark-skinned woman and I called her to the middle of the room

Damn, what thighs! I pulled her with force, she squealed, there I said "don't you worry"

Relax, poor woman . . . relax . . . shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, lady

It pushes me that I pull you, if I push you you pull me

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it that the swaying left me crazy, full of a drive

And when I said this I don't know what bug gave that lady gave me a chupao (rather not say)

And she whispered that she wanted to learn my xaxado and her me speak hissing on the mattress

If it was the Chevette it was shocking

But in the lack of the mighty I was at the brink of a stream

I felt a strange smell but the bug went on beating . . . Hum! That hurt me in the lock, what aggression!

The smell was of fish and I guessed that it was of the sea but it gave me the chills when I saw that it was stinky feet

I weakened at that very instant because the smell of the woman was dejecting and I don't even know if it was foot

There I arrived to the boyfriend of the lady, chupado (rather not say), x-ray skeleton

O people, my gosh! He is stoned from hashish, he told me that I would repent for what I had done

- You! Beat me? If only with the horn! He sees, scrawny little drug addict!

But the face was a black belt, I assured myself that not even bowling and left me with purple and raunchy eye

I only brought my injury in the journey to the South

Now I will try to forget the stranger

I will demonstrate my Xaxado traveling the whole world

And will buy another Chevette with the money from the pill

Eh, my king, what a gross sound, I see

What a mentally disturbed sound, bro, what sound of that hour

Eh, my king, what a gross sound, I see

What a mentally disturbed sound, bro, what a prime sound

• Artist:Gabriel o Pensador
• Album:Nádegas A Declarar