Marcha do Pião das Nicas

Walk through life with fuss
The greedy one, the Portuguese sleeves
Closes in cups and glasses
Cafés and young girls, shoots and stays up late

Sharpened Galfarro, disheveled Pachola
With raised collar and grandiloquent
Friend of a friend, crumbs and lots of ego
Dressed up and came on foot to the festivity

Long live Saint Anthony, long live Saint John!
Long live June 10th and the Restoration!
Long live even Saint Benedict, if he helps us out!
Many holidays to celebrate!

Likes to show off
Slobbering and skillful to be a show-off
But in the postman's wife
The money is already scarce, lettuce and that's all!

If he walks with a limp, he grumbles like a mug
There goes the lascarino to the bulk
And makes the parts muddled, little village squabbles
Chattering until it causes a big fuss

He cried because of the drought, the land became a widow
Even ran dry and Mecca, begged for rain
The rain wanted to please him, bathed the earth's crops
The water gave him a beard, there's hunger in abundance

Sometimes he doesn't even nibble
The disease in the bait is bad for the sight
The wines and the little jackfish
Are just wrong paths, lead to the corner

It's you Pião das Nicas of mouths and tips
Who takes the shoes and goes away
Goodbye lion of the gullible, sucked by the beetles
That you were in the mess once again

Long live Saint Anthony, long live Saint John!
Long live June 10th and the Restoration!
Long live even Saint Benedict, if he helps us out!
Many holidays to celebrate!

Long live Saint Anthony, long live Saint John!
Long live June 10th and the Restoration!
Long live even Saint Benedict, if he helps us out!
Many holidays to celebrate!