6 Balas (Ato II)

It's been a long time since I've been rusty
This cabin stinks of rat shit
It's been a while since I got out of this hole
It's been a while since I bit off a dirty country bumpkin's head

1894, I was already 34
My billboard all over El Paso
John Wesley was loose, that rat
But he died from four shots in the back
And it was thrown into any bush
Was buried in any hole
This is the coffin of wretched men
The one who killed had the same fucking name
If hell is here, even the Devil goes hungry
Because here is not the law of hell
This here is the law of men

Back to 1897
Everything was mine: North, south, east, west
Corrupt sheriffs, hidden money
Psychotics, dirty judges, unscrupulous killers
All of Dymile's henchmen I killed
That bastard who was never intimidated
And everyone he had in his name Clay
Because I still saw madness trotting along the roads
Everything there belonged to me
I had everything, large estates located in your state
I hanged many like me, outlaws
Who shot you in the back
Pigs killed horses

Ah-ah, ah-ah
Wretched worm
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Who killed horses
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Wretched worm
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah

Take out your revolver and shoot it in the air
Show that you are a quick trigger
And show what you can do
Then you will see
What do I do with a revolver
With ammunition for six

Six bullets
That sticks the head and massacres
Shoot, then rotate the gun
Spit on the ground with a puddle of water
Blows smoke
Bullet
That comes out of the gun barrel
And those who fear nothing are right
Spit on the ground with a puddle of water
Blows smoke

There, there, there, there
Blow the smoke
There, there, there, there
Blow the smoke
La-la, la-la-la
Blow the smoke
La-la, la-la-la

1908, Butch Cassidy and Sundance Kid all dead
Times were changing, everything turned to fossil
My beard is already gray, I needed to wear glasses
Still in 1908
Gerold had a bullet that almost went out of his eyes
The groups were breaking up, there were few
Civilization arrived without time for pigs

1911, a new colt, our last robbery, history profit
Now is the time to celebrate our victory
I put on my bandana and break down that door
We took the hundred thousand, after so much cruelty
Because, in the land of gunslingers, you have to be mean
I have already devastated this land and I will devastate it again
No more silver needed, bang!! Now the lead is thick

Brazil is beautiful and the immensity is hot
There are so many goons who make a lot of money
My body bleeds and blurs my vision
I hear them shouting the name Lampião, which says

Take out your revolver and shoot it in the air
Show that you are a quick trigger
And show what you can do
Then you will see
What do I do with a revolver
With ammunition for six

Six bullets
That sticks the head and massacres
Shoot, then rotate the gun
Spit on the ground with a puddle of water
Blows smoke
Bullet
That comes out of the gun barrel
And those who fear nothing are right
Spit on the ground with a puddle of water
Blows smoke

There, there, there, there
Blow the smoke
La-la, la-la-la
Blow the smoke
La-la, la-la-la
Blow the smoke
La-la, la-la-la