Amigo Punk
Geral do Grêmio
Punk Friend
Punk friend
Listen to my outburst
At this time of the morning
Our breath no longer matters
Grab the girl, mount the horse
And explore this hill
Cross Osvaldo Aranha
And enter Farroupilha Park
Dawn was breaking and you were arriving home with wings
Your mother says good morning
And gets ready to brand
The cattle with the hot iron
And it doesn't matter if there's no glue can
I just want to rest now on my sheepskin
With my horse galloping through the fields
My destination is Woodstock, but I'll get there
Where I hear the accordion's voice
I already hear the accordionist pulling the bellows
Cheering up the cowboys at the bar
While I keep detonating the hardcore
