Mulher de Cachaceiro

I ask forgiveness for the woman, to my almighty father
The gang of moonshine drinkers who live to get drunk
Living with a glass in hand, your money is gone
I tell my friends in less than a second
How much the woman of a drunkard suffers in this world

There are men who are married and despise their wives
They go to sleep in the brothel and come back with no money
In every damn place, they arrive and say they're single
That they're rich, that they're engineers, that they own the world
How much the woman of that cowboy suffers in this world

Look at my buddy Hélio who came from Cabaceira
There's homemade moonshine there, all the time and every day
He doesn't know the customers, your money is gone
He became a thug, a drunkard, a bum
How much the woman of a bandit suffers in this world

And I've already told at home, I told my wife
On the day I die, she knows how it is
Put in my coffin 40 liters of Dreher
And a case of beer and a handful of women
I want to be buried right in the middle of the brothel

And they're saying nowadays, you can believe
That the band that's coming, it's full of women
It's the 100 Parea band, listen to how it is
If there's a party and singing, just say where it is
If there are beautiful women, I'll go by car or on foot

And tell our friend Baron that he drinks every day
Drinks hot, drinks cold, drinks to warm up in the cold
Starts falling in love, drinks another to forget
Already starting to realize that the booze will hit
And as he gets up, he doesn't even want to pay the bill