Martelo Agalopado

Let's go in a different style
It's a genre that people appreciate
Decasyllable with all agony
That you don't pass in front of me
The past, the future, and the present
Because I fear I'm a repentista
You say you're a poet and an artist
You have a strange nature
I'll find out if Dimas follows
In the hammer to Otacilio Batista

This guy acting like a tough rooster
And now attacking everyone
I don't want to call him a scoundrel
He denies the truth, I don't deny
He takes what's not his, I don't
Another one is a pervert and has evil plans
Usurper of sovereign rights
I'll tell what he did
He was arrested in Natal because he tried
To dishonor a hundred-year-old woman

It's enough for a guy not to have the disposition
To live off rented service
He grabs a guitar and puts it aside
Buys right away a romance of the peacock
The battle of the devil and Riachão
And the stories of Pedro Malazarte
Makes the world end everywhere
To screw for a penny in the middle of the fair
Parasites like this in this way
Are the ones relaxing my art

I don't fear the cannon shot
Nor the cruel reality of war
The storm doesn't scare me
Nor lightning, nor thunder, nor thunderstorm
Nor the noisy shadow of the lion
Nor the snake's deadly venom
The elephant's trunk doesn't make me afraid
Nor the world's secret in the end
In this world that's been causing fear
It's to sing with an ignorant poet