Payada do Safenado

Ask the driver for permission
Nothing more than a payer
Healer and tamer
From the missionary stronghold
And besides, healer
From the peasant experience
Masters of medicine
Here in the Gaudéria pampas
We teach subjects
That the professorship does not teach

In this life of rigor
We get ruder
No health protection
No pain medication
There is no meter here
For blood pressure
There is no hospital here
No operating room
The shed is the sacristy
And the outpatient block

It was like that from the beginning
From our country deed
When we bordered
On old patrician soil
Peliating through addiction
On the back of the sesmaria
The cane was anesthesia
Making a homeland with trumpets
And learning in the flesh
The notions of anatomy

Summer, spring, winter
It doesn't make any difference there
To cure any disease
Every gaucho is an inmate
Who lives in that hell
Don't be scared or shy
In campaign emergencies
Surgery is quick
And the bleeding stops
With earth and cobwebs

The arm, the broken leg
Any and all accidents
Responds immediately
Without anesthetizing the subject
Always sharp knife
And security in healing
Big butcher sews
No changes or stubbornness
And when a Christian gets burned
Piss on the burn

Medicines, there is no mystery
In the grazing area
We learned at a rodeo
Dealing with serious issues
In that cheerful environment
Of horizon and bare field
Any xiru tamer
From our old plain
He's a master at suturing
With rawhide tentacles

There are, of course, exceptions
The wizards of vengeances
Who sometimes perform cures
With joys, with prayers
When dealing with hearts
Don't go after magic
There the Indian shivers
Unless you're crazy
Why praying is worth little
If the case is cardiology

A feeling of discomfort, dizziness
Shortness of breath, heartbeat
On the path it is relieved
Giving orange tea
Of cider, of lemon balm
We have a large stock
The shot, the stab, the birth
That's anyone's doctor
But things get complicated
With stroke, angina, heart attack

Death sends no warning
And it always arrives right
Don't miss the treacherous jump
In your precise attack
I remember this improvisation
That I even got embarrassed
An infamous situation
That I don't understand
I once killed a foreigner
To save you from a stroke

Because my service
Look how bad luck
To save you from death
With bloodletting, at the moment
I sent him without sacrament
For the last trip
I have a heavy hand
If you saw it, after the exam
And the gringo instead of the spill
He died from a stab wound

I, who act on instinct
Maybe because of atavism
In my primitivism
Deep inside me, I feel
That the heart is distinct
Anyone can find that out
Heart is a noble organ
The most perfect muscle
That hits the same way
In rich as in poor

He is the clock of life
That with the beating of pulses
Mark our sensations
On the long and wide road
With defined duration
That's what we call it, sina
But one day it ends
As far as the Indian goes
And sometimes we give it
I gave mine to a Chinese woman

And I had my experience
After I came to town
I'm really serious
It almost robs me of existence
With all my experience
From primary healer
A coronary problem
From the son of Bossoroca
As little as it doesn't summon
My undertaker

Taken to an emergency room
Which I have restrictions on
And there are no conditions
Not even caring for a dog
I don't know how I don't die
Masters of medicine
I have evidence that incriminates him
And tell me by guess
Confusing it with gastritis
A post-angina heart attack

Six hours there, suffering
Locked in that trap
With doses of tagamate
That they were injecting me
I understood that staying there
My fate was going to be rough
I sent myself to an institute
From the heart, and here I am
My friends, if you don't
I left China in mourning

How beautiful to understand the deal
How do these men understand
It's even a miracle that it mends
A line already broken
Bringing life back
The flame that ends
This is God who determines
Just remembering it moves me
And so, I was born again
On the effect of eparin

This relationship is never good
Of the death that approaches us
And no miracle can
Save the bulliest Indian
But they freed me from the leather
Like someone blessing a tongue
I was already dying of hunger
Brazil's paymaster
Isordil, more isordil
Planted under the tongue

Afterwards, catheterization
A sword in the groin
From payador farroupilha
Inside your fatalism
In complete immobility
Prepared in advance
Watching on television
A whitish screen
That silver belt
In the direction of the heart

Seeing the damage caused
For every treacherous heart attack
In the missionary heart
Totally bumpy
Destroyed and necrotic
In a way that made it sad
There, the Indian becomes small
Faced with the weakness of life
And I was taken then
For saphenous bypass grafts

They sawed me in half
There in the breast bone
I didn't see anything, but I suspect
Because I was oblivious
But it turns out well, I already believe it
That caution is not little
Science is a crazy thing
I don't know where I've been
Until the end I woke up
With a tube, stuck in your mouth

It's not a toy, I'm just frank
He listened but didn't speak
From a group that surrounded me
All dressed in white
It's worse than bank interest
The feeling I felt
I found myself in the ICU
I realized at the moment
My first thought
He was going to send me away

But this is a personal case
Forgive me for the excess
If I join this topic
Without being a professional
But it's a general lesson
From the corner payer
If the human body is the nation
With circulatory life
For me who knows the story
The Rio Grande is the heart

Because since I sprout
It was a reference point
frequency controller
From the heart that beat
Ventricle that sent
Pure, filtered blood
To the lung, sacred homeland
Connecting veins to arteries
Guardians of the Iberian strain
From the first ancestor

In the past it was like this
We record our dictates
With threats of strokes
And heart attacks, which finally
We heal in this confines
Where we grew up peliando
As a sentry guarding
As a shepherd and warrior
The Brazilian heart
So that it kept pulsing

Unfortunately, nowadays
Danger our banner
The danger of a heart attack
In our sovereignty
Requires surgery
Very urgent at the moment
Our giant country
Undermined by obstructions
By a group of thieves
You are asking for a transplant

The vascular system
Totally obstructed
compromised brain
That you can't even think about
No eating, no breathing
When I see it I'm moved
Need a new heart
The one we dream of
Let it hit with more shame
And have respect for the people

What to do with this patient?
Maestros, I ask you
In the barbaric contrabut
From the continent's big man
Considering that the patient
Lost sovereignty
There is no democracy anymore
But the doubt persists
Will the patient resist?
At least the anesthesia

For me, as a healer
From a cutback ranch
I've already come to the conclusion
That the Brazilian problem
It's not a lack of money
But quite the opposite
It's a coronary problem
The crisis of the three powers
That forgetting one's duties
They got fed up with salary

The continental land
Need new confidence
Against the advancing shell
In our divine homeland
And the payador lights up
In the power of thought
Imagining an invention
May you soon achieve success
And if you get a congress
That respects the budget

The people are just like troops
On the path of the killer
The eternal sufferer
That the regime itself clogs
Carnival, soap opera, World Cup
My soul sympathizes
And it seems to me
What a great lesson
The more you sacrifice
But my people are impoverished

If I make this confession
Here in the farrapa land
If they take me off the map
There's a hole in the floor
Because I put on the big one
For a round and a half shot
Ugly face doesn't scare me
So little shame
And I doubt anyone will put
An idea in the chain