Chora Viola / Caminheiro / Ladrão de Mulher / O Campeão / A Vaca Já Foi Pro Brejo

I don't fall off the horse
Nor off the donkey or the branch
I make money singing
The viola is my work

In the place where it's dry
I don't fall from thirst there
I wake up early
And drink drops of dew
Cry, viola

Walker who is going there
Towards my homeland
Please, make a stop
At the white house on the hill

There lives an old lady
Crying for her son
That old lady is my mother
And her son is me

Hey, walker
Take this message of mine
Hey, walker
Take this message of mine

Dog barked, I'll warn
Woman thief is here

Whoever has a beautiful woman
Prepare the weapons you have
Dog barked at night
Woman thief is coming

Dating a married woman
Is being very bold
Take a look at her
And four, five at the husband
Doesn't he fear
The .30 bullet in the ear?

Many girls court me
Think I have money
But I don't have money
But I'm a cheerful guy
Although I'm married
I jump the creek, I'm lucky

Who sees me with an ugly woman
Can believe I'm sick
Who sees me with an old car
Help, it's an accident

Who sees me harvesting fruit
I already planted the seed
Who sees me telling stories
Who tells stories doesn't lie
Who sees me with a frown
It's because there's only warm beer

In a round of truco, the zap only comes out with me
Seven of cups gives me a hint in the enemy's race
In a soccer game, no one can mark me
I take the corner kick and run to head it
And the crowd shouts goal seeing the net shake

I turn into a boy when passion catches me
I mix my feelings with viola and song
When I want love, I even crawl on the ground
I'm not disobedient when the heart commands
In the school of desire, I'm a doctor, I'm a champion

The old world is lost, it won't straighten up anymore
Today's children no longer obey their parents
It's the beginning of the end, I can already see the signs
Half of the youth are turning into criminals

It's a bunch of snakes
The boys go ahead
And the girls follow behind

My master is God from above
The world is my school
I know how to criticize through singing
God gave me the privilege

I kill the snake and show the stick
I kill and don't stone
I also kill the seven-headed dragon and don't falter

We are at the end of respect
The old world has no solution, the cow has gone to the swamp