Lenha Pra Queimar (part. Manga, Marcão e Mateus Asato)

A Sunday pedal
A national little guitar and distortion
Devotion, prayer
Lots of Coca-Cola, camping and Rock and Roll

Missionaries
Lonely
But united by the same vocation

The tone escapes, the sound rises
A beating on the drums that quickens the heart
Salvation, gratitude
Go Rebanhão because these kids are your fans!!

Rehearsal fans
Visionaries
Almost aged but still on the mission

And the old ones sing
And the old ones shout
And the old ones daydream
Take your hand off that volume, no one will turn it down
It's just three chords but they'll have to put up with me

And the old ones sing
And the old ones shout
And the old ones daydream
Step on the overdrive to celebrate
That this old stuff still has wood to burn