vila rica (feat. Mateus Fazeno Rock)

On the trail to Rich Village
To take all the gold I need
Plundering mills along the way
Killing the king's soldiers
And never sparing a backwoodsman
That's what I call collecting the fifth

A head-on collision as the gang is pissed off
In the dense forest ambushing
Some bait guys, the mines with rifles
The terror of the explorers
Clashed with our cavalry, massacre (plow)

We had countless casualties
In reality, it was a revolution
It was a community
Above spilled blood
We were quilombos and cities
Canudos and Palmares
Original and indigenous

After the massacre, cathedrals were erected
A chapel in every village
As if the issue was war or peace

But it has always been war or be devoured
Devout catechized
Crucifying in the name of the crucified
Your God is that metal, it's the capital
It's land bathed in enslaved blood

Jesus would never be on your side
He wouldn't be on your side

Jesus wouldn't be on your side
It would make more sense to be with me
Jesus wouldn't be on your side
He would and does justice with me

Walk with me on the trail to Rich Village
To take all the gold I need
Plundering mills along the way
Killing the king's soldiers
And never sparing a backwoodsman
That's what I call collecting the fifth

It was a revolution
Now it's revenge at the end of the bandit's barrel
I call it collecting the fifth
And a revolution will come
I swear by the faith of your Christ
A bullet in the chest carrying the crucifix (plow! Hallelujah!)

It would make more sense to be with me
Jesus wouldn't be on your side
He would and does justice with me
Jesus wouldn't be on your side

Brazil, Brazil, Brazil (every song, every song of my love)
Brazil, Brazil, Brazil (every song, every song of my love)
Brazil, Brazil (every song, every song of my love)

Every song of my love in the soul
Heading south
I have a whole cavalry behind me
Heading south

I know it's little, but I won't leave without taking some
If it's all for gold, I'll take some
But I came to collect the holes
I set fire to a carriage
Took the cross from my chest in the open sky
And put Jesus on the right side

Every song of my love on the road
Heading south
I have a whole cavalry behind me
Heading south

And if the blood of my garrison makes the ground red
Cities will grow on top of a thousand cemeteries
That will be reborn in wars until the price is paid

Every song of my love in the soul (Brazil)
In (Brazil)
On the road to Rich Village (Brazil)
Ah (Brazil)