A Ópera Dos Malandros

I'm a slick, rhythm-loving hustler
Born up there in Salgueiro's hill
If you don't believe it
Come to my samba to see
There will be trouble

Hail, blessings, axé!
Salute the faithful people, excuse me!
I'm hitting the streets 'cause the Moon called me
Reflected in my hat
I'm the king of the night
On a stage under the stars
In white linen, I'll perform
Hustler going down the hill, hey, Zé!
With the sway and the two-tone on my feet
To live for love through the sidewalks
A master of the early morning

Hey, I'm a lucky son
The wind blows in my favor
Luck spins, world spins
Hustler, let it spin
I'm the one calling the shots, you can bet!

The vagabond samba, my people singing
Day by day, bar after bar
Here's my philosophy
In the arms of bohemia
I let myself go
I go through alleys and lanes
The baron of the slums has arrived
Who protects me doesn't sleep
My saint is strong
It's who guides me
In the struggle of each morning
A messenger of peace
With blessings and praises!