Pessoa Nefasta

You, sinister person
See if you can get rid of your evil
Your dragging astral so low on the ground
You, sinister person
You have the aura of the beast
That leap year soul, that dog face

Pray
Call upon your guide
Gain faith, walk, go to Bahia
Fall at the feet of the Lord of Bonfim
Bend
Your knee a hundred times
Make peace with the gods
Carry with you an ivory figa
Ask
To be made propitious
To remove greed, laziness, malice
The police from above you
Enough
To see yourself in your inner world
To realize your hell
Your hell is here

Sinister person

You, sinister person
Spend a day of life
Treating the wound of your heart
You, sinister person
Make the obese spirit
Run, lose weight, heal, become healthy

Release
With the soul in space
You will wander, you will become pulp
A piece of wood in the sea
Day after day floating
You will end up losing the anxiety, the longing
The will to be and to be there

Free
From the world's bites
You will no longer, deep down, have a profound desire
For anything that is not good

No more
Than a piece of wood
Floating on the waters
With no destination
Sinister person