Marvada Pinga (Zenaide)

Cane water, Satan's soul
Seventy devils don't do what pinga does
Pinga goes down the endless hole
That doesn't find fig or kidney
Accept this, it's milk

The wicked pinga that runs in the veins dissolves the guts
Slaps the stomach and decimates the worms
And at this point it's kind of good but apart from this point, things are ugly
Leaves the face swollen and reddened
Makes a man sleep on the church stairs
And doesn't let him in out of shame

(Well, then why do you drink?)
It's because Zenaide left me
I don't forget the smell or the taste
I don't forget the day it all began
And to stop this, I dive into pinga

And the way I am
There won't be anything left to tell
And the worst part is that's not what I want
It's that I traded Zenaide for pinga

Cane water, Satan's soul