Apologia Ao Jumento (O Jumento É Nosso Irmão)

It's true, my lord
This story of the backlands
Father Vieira spoke
That the donkey is our brother

Yeah yeah
The donkey is our brother
Whether you like it or not!

The donkey has always been
The greatest developer of the backlands!
Helped the man in his daily work
Helped the man
Helped Brazil to develop

Dragged firewood
Wood, stone, lime, cement, brick, tile
He made a dam, a road
Carried water to the man's house
He went to the fair and served as a mount
The donkey is our brother!

And the man, in return
What gives you?
Punishment, beating, stick on the legs, stick on the back
Stick in the neck, stick in the face, in the ears
Ah, donkey is good, man is bad!

And when the poor can no longer bear the weight
Of a load, and lies on the ground
You think the man arrives, helps
The little animal gets up? Hmm...yes!
Make a little fire under his tail
The donkey is good
The donkey is sacred
The man is bad

The man is only good for giving nicknames to donkeys
The poor thing has a nickname that never ends
Babau, Gangão, Breguesso, Fofarkichão
Image of Dog, Muscovy, Bugler, Serenader
Bell Ringer, Clock... Yes, it tells the right time in the backlands
All of this is a nickname that the Donkey has
Astronaut, Teacher, Student
Lawyer of the Beasts

It's called Student
Because when a student doesn't know his schoolwork
The teacher shouts right away
You don't know because you're a donkey!
And the student, to take revenge
He nicknamed the donkey a teacher
Because the teacher teaches reading for free. Yes, of course!
The one who teaches you to read for free is the donkey, my son
It's like this
A! E! I! O! U! U!
Ypsilon, ypsilon
Ypsilon, ypsilon
Ypsilon, ypsilon

Only those who don't want to learn to read don't!
This is the donkey, our brother
Sacred animal!
It served as transport for Our Lord
When he went to Egypt
When Our Lord was a little brat

Every donkey has a cross on its back, doesn't it?
You can look and see that there is
Every donkey has a cross on its back
It was there that the holy boy made a little pee
That's why he's called sacred
Ha ha, donkey my brother
The greatest friend of the backlands!

He's full of nonsense, yes sir
He once made me one, boy
That I never forgot again
When the first rain falls in the backlands
We'll plant some corn right away
In the garbage dump of our house
Because it's light and it's sweet corn
Give it quickly, quickly!
The donkey decided to be my partner!
I said: I'll get him!
When he invaded my farm...he
I set a trap, got close to him and said
Eating my corn, huh! I'm gonna get you!
He shook his head, turned on the athens
He changed his tail, he changed, he changed, he changed
Wind it up and take off!
He jumped so hard over the fence
That didn't even touch my trap
He ran about 10 meters, turned around
He looked at me and made fun of me
Mr. Luiz! Mr. Luiz! I ate your corn!
And how! And how! And how! And how!
Son of a bitch! He really ate it!

But I like him
Because he's a damn little server!
Sacred animal!
Donkey, my brother, I recognize your value!
You are a patriot! You are a great Brazilian!
I'm here, donkey, to recognize your value, my brother
Now, my patriot, in the name of my backlands
I accompany your vicar in this eternal gratitude
Accept our tribute
Oh donkey, our brother, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh