Viola Bola da Vez / Parece Mas Não É / Coisa de Luxo / Dez Pragas (Pot-pourri)

How good that this youth is vaccinated by the viola
How good that the new crowd is attending this school
There are many beautiful people who sing and don't hesitate
There are children being artists who take off in the strum
The viola is in the countryside and in the bourgeois mansion
Everywhere the viola is in the spotlight

High society is enjoying this dotted line
There are many celebrities who are declared fans of the viola
Doctors, laymen, and scholars have been pleased by the viola
From the innocent to the adult, the viola has conquered
The viola is in the countryside and in the bourgeois mansion
Everywhere the viola is in the spotlight

The mouth of the night says nothing
The cuff of the blouse doesn't feed
Sheath is not for the swordfish
The plate is for eating, not for eating
The wing of the plane has no feather
The legs of the glasses don't wear pants
The pestle hand doesn't even wave to me
Sidewalk has feet and lives barefoot

There are things that seem to be, but are not
Only God is even what doesn't seem
God manifests where He wants
Only those with discernment know

The riverbed was never a bed
The arm of the sea doesn't wear a bracelet
No grass grows in the force field
The chair leg doesn't give chilblains
Horse has a saddle and is not a prison
Nail head has no nape
The egg white doesn't clarify anything
Corn hair doesn't make a wig

There are things that seem to be, but are not
Only God is even what doesn't seem
God manifests where He wants
Only those with discernment know

Where the viola arrives, the viola player also arrives
Poetry rolls over, in the sound that only she has
Viola never did harm, viola only does good

Viola is a luxury thing
When its echo
I pull, the angels say amen

This brilliant idea God had beyond
In a gratifying way, He sent it to someone
I think that this beauty must also be in heaven

Viola is a luxury thing
When its echo
I pull, the angels say amen

A God as strong as ours has never been and never will be!
A God who wins the fight before even fighting
Perfectly listens even to the mute conversing
And those who insult Him see things getting complicated
It was like that in Egypt, to free the Hebrews
Ten plagues He sent and made Pharaoh shut up

In the eighth, locusts came to devour
A God called Serapis, who protected the place
The image didn't escape, God came to humiliate it
The ninth plague was darkness to embarrass the Sun God
In the tenth, the firstborn, an angel came to kill
Thus it is proven that God
Like ours, like ours, like ours, there is none