Baião de Lacan

The earth in a trance frowns
Cracks along the edge
Like a nun's hymen
It breaks and here comes one
And Brazil still drums on the slope
Breath, Congo, Exu, Taieira
More Chief and Olodum

God save the butt
Long live the murundum
And it's tuntum, tumtum, tuntum

I hear many praises for the barricade
I look for ours around here
I see nothing
I just get burps
And spit in my sauce
If I try to see further
They poke their finger in my eye
Who stays on the barrier
May even get hoarse
An entrepreneur wanted
Me to go to Massachusetts
Okay, my boy
I arrived to rock and damn
I came back without pants and almost got kidnapped
When checking the balance
I ended up in the red
I'm with João Ubaldo
Enough of this Calcutta

I'm Amil around
Athlete from Juqueri
One more partner of Golden Cross
With a membership card
I suffered so much in this endeavor
That a follower of Lacan
Diagnosed stress
And sent me to the countryside to rest

I went to Limoeiro
And found Paul Simon there
Trying to proclaim himself manager of the mess
If the cowboy doesn't complain
The Boi Bumba will turn into a cow