Século do Progresso

The night was starry
When the circle formed
The Moon arrived late
And the samba began

A shot at close range
Echoed strongly in space
But no one paid attention
And the samba continued

However, nearby
Died from a sure shot
A very serious brave one
Professor of disturbances
Who taught the peaceful
The way to the cemetery

Someone arrived in a hurry
At that lively samba
Singing like this, saying
In the century of progress
The revolver had entry
To end with the bravery

A shot at close range