A Índia e o Traficante
Eduardo Dusek
The Indian and the Trafficker
Sly night
a mirror moonlight
in the middle of the Earth
the Indian gathers the shine
Sound of sweat
musical sniff
palm tree bending
during the storm
Felt soft forest
Bolivia, mountain, serenade
Guajira Indian
already harvested her night
returns to the tribe
kind of annoyed
A bonfire at a crossroads
feline eye full of wild passion
It was Leão, a famous trafficker
a billboard, elegant bandit
who took her to a suite-hotel
he has in Cuiabá.
Indian on the road
left the tribe
bought a dress
learned to shoot
Turned Indian
hallucinated by the pale-faced
from Pantanal
Guajira Indian and the trafficker
crazy in love
exchanging their honey
It was a .45 caliber love
and gunshots tearing the dress
in motel rooms.
Love explodes
Goodbye to modesty
Guajira and the trafficker
start to flaunt
Rolling papers
in bars, in brothels
two of Bonnie and Clyde
theme of the ballads
Mayra street kid from Amazon
Forgot Tupã, the shameless
Inside a Cessna
drinking champagne
Leão and his gang
make her their boss
Indian identified
