Cachimbo

I'm the wood that always stays on the edge
Perfume of tar and wax
Dancing on your little lip
It's clear that I'm caught by the teeth
Chimney of the innocent
Slowly getting drunk

I'm the pipe from the mouth of Saci to the magistrate
Desired and adored
Fed by smoke
Kills dog, well-behaved doormat
Stamped and poorly dressed
I don't know what my direction is

I'm the drink mix of cachaça and honey
Dry head towards the sky
By the flame of friction

In my bowl, any tobacco lies down
The puff makes me weak
I'm a true pipe

Your thinker, see if you can decipher for me
I've been through so much horror
Why didn't I die?
Is it just to keep the agreement
That to have a sucker
One must be born already sucked?

Are you scared?
Are you scared?
Are you scared?