Choro Bandido

Even if the singers are fake like me
They will be beautiful, no matter
The songs are beautiful
Even if the poets are miserable
Their verses will be good
Even because the notes were deaf
When a sly and thieving god
Made the guts the first lyre
That inspired all sounds
And from there were born the ballads
And the outbursts of bandits like me
Singing like this:
You were born for me
You were born for me

Even if you close your ears
And the windows of your dress
My muse will fall into temptation
Even because I'm speaking Greek
With your imagination
Even if you run away from me
Through mazes and traps
Know that poets like the blind
Can see in the darkness
And behold, less wise than before
Your panting lips
Will surrender like this:
Take me to the end
Take me to the end

Even if the romances are fake like ours
They will be beautiful, no matter
The songs are beautiful
Even if the lovers are wrong
Their loves will be good