Futebol No Inferno

Jesus wants to save me from sports or suits
Don't let me go to hell to watch a game there
Jesus wants to save me from sports or suits
Don't let me go to hell to watch a game there
And God forbid I go there!

Football in hell, there's a big mess
They'll see the best of three to see who's the champion
Satan's team or Lampião's squad
God forbid I go there!

Lampião won one round, Satan won another too
Last Sunday they tied a hundred to a hundred
Now the best of three will be next Sunday
God forbid I go there!

In the depths of hell where you see the knot
Two, three, four thousand devils, the conversation is the same
The fans talking about football
God forbid I go there!

The hell's fans say the game is lost
Because Lucifer doesn't play, he's injured
And the supervisor Concris is very upset
God forbid I go there!

The game was on Wednesday, but Lampião didn't want to play
Besides, he only does what he feels like
And with that, the stick sang in the choice of the referee
God forbid I go there!

Because Satan wanted the referee to be a cancão
This choice also didn't please Lampião
Who got more irritated than the devil's horse
God forbid I go there!

Hell's CPI wanted to suspend the tournament
But the deep radio opined for a draw
They say the lottery will have the middle column
God forbid I go there

When they drew, the referee chose Berimbau
Lampião told him: I've always been bad
Referee the game right if you don't want to get beaten
God forbid I go there

After the deep radio by order of Capataz
Announced through the announcer Barrabás
Saying the lineup of Satan's team
God forbid I go there

The hell's goalkeeper is called Dr. Buçú
The central defender Pitica, the midfielder Papangu
To be the fourth defender they're looking for you
God forbid I go there

The midfield double has the devil Rabichola
The right winger is Bimba, on the left Caçarola
The playmaker is so Lame that he's lame, but he plays ball
God forbid I go there

Just look at Lampião's team lineup
Corisco, Chapéu-de-Couro, Maritaca, and Capitão
Sucuri, Pé-de-Quenga, Carrapato, Tira-Mão
God forbid I go there

The field in hell looks like an anthill
A thousand meters long by five hundred wide
The goalpost eighty meters by seventy high
God forbid I go there

In Satan's team, only those with swagger play
When they take a penalty, the goalkeeper leaves the goal
He kicks the ball himself, runs and still catches it
God forbid I go there

The referee blows the whistle naked with one hand in a torn pocket
There are eighteen players, nine on each side
And all the devils watch the game sitting down
God forbid I go there

The field has four goalposts, but only two goalkeepers play
There are five in attack, two defenders in defense
And where the people stay they call it a perch
God forbid I go there

For playing with ten balls, the defense is indecisive
And if one dog holds the other by the shirt
He gets a red card and takes another beating
God forbid I go there

And there's another detail in Lampião's team
Players wear cleats, but don't wear socks
And if they score a header, the referee calls hand
God forbid I go there

Every time a goal is scored, they don't kick off from the middle
There's no goal kick, two touches, or corner kick
The game's break they call recess
God forbid I go there

There are two reserve referees on standby
They look different from behind to avoid confusion
One team plays shirtless and the other without shorts
God forbid I go there

Lampião only plays rough, right at the base of the slipper
Last Sunday he disputed a ball with Pinguelo
Committed a foul and Berimbau gave him a yellow card
God forbid I go there

The crowd shouted for a penalty, the teasing began
Lampião looked at him with a very savage face
Berimbau didn't give a penalty because he didn't have the courage
God forbid I go there

Lampião's team only wins games by force
And the team that loses is the one who will do the bar
And the Catolé watch the game from the bar
God forbid I go there

The ball weighs a hundred kilos and is solid steel
If a player is expelled, he gets a thick stick
And when the game ends, he disappears
God forbid I go there

Whoever roots for Lampião enters the field for free
But to pass through the turnstile you need a lot of courage
And inside you even get a cachaça popsicle
God forbid I go there

There's no barrier and no corner kick
The fourth defender is called Beto Sentado
And whoever touches the referee is expelled from the field
God forbid I go there

If the referee calls a penalty in Lampião's box
He orders the cangaceiros to end the confusion
And he'll even take the penalty beyond the dog's bar
God forbid I go there

There are forty thousand soldiers armed with muskets
The referee blows the game with a grenade in hand
To shake the first one who complains
God forbid I go there

When Lampião gets angry, he even hits the delegate
The game lasts three days and if the referee is tired
He runs to the tunnel and declares the game over
God forbid I go there

They want to postpone the game to Judgment Day
Because when it rains a lot, the revenue is a loss
And they even think about transferring the game to paradise
God forbid I go there

Jesus wants to save me from sports or suits
Don't let me go to hell to watch a game there
Jesus wants to save me from sports or suits
Don't let me go to hell to watch a game there

Jesus wants to save me from sports or suits
Don't let me go to hell to watch a game there
Jesus wants to save me from sports or suits
Don't let me go to hell to watch a game there