Fuá na Casa de Cabral

In that old Brazil
Lost in disillusionment
Your Cabral arrived swimming
And didn't worry about anything
Ordered the boys
Told them to sweep the yard:
"Call the father of the pigsty
because today I want forró,
Toré, samba, catimbó
I've already become Brazilian"

People of all kinds were there
At Cabral's party
Portuguese from Portugal
Mixed with those from the East
The black man drank aguardente
The caboclo went to Jurema
Cabral asked for a theme
Started singing poetry
Until the day broke
With a small guitar

At the end of the party and revelry
Cabral didn't feel lazy
Immediately ordered a mass to be said
To feel relieved
Calling the priest in a hurry
Started quickly
Putting order in the yard
With his maraca in hand
Swearing by the Quran
That he was a true believer

But when the truth came out
When the cachaça passed
Cabral sat in the square
Fell into reflection
Said: "This situation
I know I'll never solve again!"
Then he spoke to the people:
"I swear I regretted it
the Brazil I discovered
I wanted to cover again!"