Bugio do Velho Duca

There in the corner where I live on the day of the party
I'll shake the stew in a harmonica counterpoint
If I don't consider myself a leader, I'm not a fool either
I pretend to be a dumb to dance with the girls

The clothes are the usual, my scarf the color of pitanga
I wash my pride in the stream and courage in holy water
For a man who can't handle four jumps of the matungo
I advise not to go deep because the booze doesn't hold

I'm a bit stubborn, but those who don't know don't notice
I wear out the boot sole stomping in the vaneira
If I get heated in the dust, I step aside a bit
I don't even get enough for tobacco, but I strike all night