A Volta do Malandro

Here's the trickster in the square again
Walking on tiptoe
As if stepping on the hearts
That rolled in the cabarets

Among goddesses and slaps
Among dice and colonels
Among parangolés and bosses
The trickster walks askew like this

Let the tide sway
And the dust settle on the ground
Let the square turn into a salon
For the trickster is the baron of the rabble