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 neighborhood 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 donation box
He felt that he was 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 dated all the girls in town
From playing doctor so much, at twelve he was a teacher
At fifteen, he was sent to a 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 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 proposal
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

But he didn't want to talk anymore
And decided that, like Pablo, he would fend for himself
He devised his holy plan once again
And without being crucified, he started the plantation

Soon the crazy people in town 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 Asa Norte
And went to rock parties to set himself free
But suddenly
Under a bad influence from the city boys
He started stealing

On his first robbery, he messed up
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 passed and one day a man came to the door
A high-class gentleman with money in hand
And he made an indecent proposal
And said he was 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

And it's better, sir, 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 lost your life, my brother'

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

It turns out Santo Cristo was 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 someone else was 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, showed up there
He found out about Santo Cristo's plans
And decided that he would 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, a shameless pothead
Organized the Rockonha and made everyone dance
Deflowered innocent girls
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, 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 14, 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

So on Saturday, at two o'clock
All the people went there without delay just to watch
A man who shot in the back
And when he hit Santo Cristo, he started to smile

Feeling the blood in his throat
João looked at the flags and the people applauding
And he 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 engage in that dance
'If the Stations of the Cross 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 her

'Jeremias, I'm a man, something you're not
And I don't shoot in the back
Look here, you son of a bitch, shameless
Take a look at my blood and come feel your forgiveness'

And Santo Cristo with the Winchester-22
Fired five shots at the treacherous bandit
Maria Lúcia regretted afterwards
And died with João, her protector

And 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 deal with the devil
He wanted to speak to the president
To help all these people who only make

Themselves suffer