São Jorge

The battle is on the back of my horse
Bullets come but I don't fall, armor is the protection
I advance under the illuminated night, fight without blinking
I knock down without effort, the garrison

The butt and the smoke of my cigarette
Blind the eye of the soldier who thought to harm me
With a smile I bring down a whole troop
Even if in the forefront shadows come to follow me

The sip of cachaça I spray in the air
Crying in the struggle I hear the chain break
And the blow of destiny, this one I feel but I don't fall
The battle is on the back of my horse