Faroeste Caboclo

João de Santo Cristo had no fear
That's what everyone said when he got lost
He left behind all the boredom of the farm
Just to feel in his blood the hatred that Jesus gave him
As a child, he only thought about being a bandit
Even more when his father died with a soldier's shot
He was the terror of the backlands where he lived
And even the teacher learned from him at school

He went to church just to steal the money
That the old ladies put in the church's offering box
He felt that he was really different
He felt that that place wasn't his
He wanted to leave to see the sea
And the things he saw on TV
He saved money to be able to travel
By his own choice, he chose loneliness

He slept with all the girls in town
From playing doctor so much, at twelve, he was a teacher
At fifteen, he was sent to the reformatory
Where his hatred grew in the face of so much terror
He didn't understand how life worked
Discrimination because of his class and his color
He got tired of trying to find answers
And bought a ticket, went straight to Salvador

And when he arrived, he went to have a coffee
And found a cowboy to talk to
And the cowboy had a ticket and was going to miss the trip
But João saved him
He said: I'm going to Brasília
In this country, there's no better place
I need to visit my daughter
I'll stay here and you go in my place

And João accepted his offer
And got on a bus to the Central Plateau
He was amazed by the city
Leaving the bus station, he saw the Christmas lights
My God, what a beautiful city
On New Year's, I'll start working
Cutting wood, apprentice carpenter
He earned a hundred thousand a month in Taguatinga

On Fridays, he went to the city's red-light district
To spend all his hard-earned money
And he met many interesting people
Even a bastard grandson of his great-grandfather
A Peruvian who lived in Bolivia
And brought many things from there
His name was Pablo and he said
He was going to start a business

And Santo Cristo worked until death
But the money wasn't enough for him to eat
And at seven o'clock, he listened to the news
Which always said that his minister would help him
But he didn't want to talk anymore
And decided that, like Pablo, he would fend for himself
He planned his holy plan once again
And, without being crucified, he started the plantation

Soon, the city's crazies heard about the news
There's good stuff there
And João de Santo Cristo got rich
And got rid of all the drug dealers there
He made friends, frequented the North Wing
And went to rock parties to liberate himself

But suddenly, under a bad influence
From the city boys, he started stealing
On the first robbery, he got caught
And he went to hell for the first time
Violence and rape of his body
You'll see, I'll get you

Now Santo Cristo was a bandit
Fearless and feared in the Federal District
He had no fear of the police
Captain or drug dealer, playboy or general
That's when he met a girl
And he repented of all his sins
Maria Lúcia was a beautiful girl
And Santo Cristo promised her his heart

He said he wanted to get married
And he became a carpenter again
Maria Lúcia, I'll love you forever
And I want to have a child with you

Time passes and one day a man comes to the door
A high-class gentleman with money in hand
And he makes an indecent proposal
And says he's waiting for an answer
An answer from João
I don't bomb newsstands
Or children's schools, I don't do that
And I don't protect a ten-star general
Who sits behind a desk with his ass in his hands
It's better for you to leave my house
Never mess with a Pisces with Scorpio rising
But before leaving, with hatred in his eyes, the old man said
You've lost your life, my brother

You've lost your life, my brother
You've lost your life, my brother
These words will enter your heart
I'll suffer the consequences like a dog

Wasn't Santo Cristo right?
His future was uncertain and he didn't go to work
He got drunk and in the middle of the drunkenness
He discovered that there was someone else working in his place
He talked to Pablo that he wanted a partner
And he also had money and wanted to arm himself
Pablo brought contraband from Bolivia
And Santo Cristo resold it in Planaltina

But then a guy named Jeremias
A renowned drug dealer, appeared there
He found out about Santo Cristo's plans
And decided to end João
But Pablo brought a Winchester 22
And Santo Cristo already knew how to shoot
And decided to use the gun only after
Jeremias started the fight

Jeremias, shameless pothead
Organized the Rockonha and made everyone dance
Deflowered innocent young girls
He claimed to be a believer, but didn't know how to pray
And Santo Cristo hadn't been home for a long time
And the longing began to tighten
I'm leaving, I'm going to see Maria Lúcia
It's time for us to get married

Arriving home, then, he cried
And he went to hell for the second time
With Maria Lúcia, Jeremias got married
And had a child with her

Santo Cristo was full of hatred inside
And then he challenged Jeremias to a duel
Tomorrow, at two o'clock, in Ceilândia
In front of lot fourteen, and that's where I'll go
And you can choose your weapons
I'll finish you off, you traitorous pig
And I'll also kill Maria Lúcia
That fake girl to whom I swore my love

And Santo Cristo didn't know what to do
When he saw the TV reporter
Who reported the duel on TV
Saying the time, the place, and the reason

On Saturday, then, at two o'clock
All the people, without delay, went there just to watch
A man who shot in the back
And hit Santo Cristo and started to smile
Feeling the blood in his throat
João looked at the flags and the people applauding
And looked at the ice cream vendor and the cameras
And the TV crew filming everything there

And he remembered when he was a child
And everything he had lived until then
And he decided to fully enter that dance
If the Via Crucis turned into a circus, I'm here

And then, the sun blinded his eyes
And then he recognized Maria Lúcia
She brought the Winchester 22
The gun that his cousin Pablo gave him

Jeremias, I'm a man, something you're not
And I don't shoot in the back, no
Look here, shameless son of a bitch
Take a look at my blood and come feel your forgiveness
And Santo Cristo, with the Winchester 22
Shot five times at the traitorous bandit
Maria Lúcia regretted afterwards
And died with João, her protector

The people declared that João de Santo Cristo
Was a saint because he knew how to die
And the city's high bourgeoisie
Didn't believe the story they saw on TV
And João didn't get what he wanted
When he came to Brasília to meet the devil
He wanted to speak to the president
To help all these people who only suffer