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

A Sunday jam
A little guitar, distortion on hand
Devotion, prayer
Lots of Coke, camping, and Rock and Roll

Missionaries
Loners
But united by the same calling

The pitch goes off, turn it up
Beat on the drums that make the heart race
Salvation, gratitude
Let’s go, Rebanhão, these kids are your fans!!

Rehearsal fans
Visionaries
Almost aging but still on the mission

And the old folks sing
And the old folks shout
And the old folks daydream
Get your hand off that volume, no one’s turning it down
Just three chords, but they’ll have to deal with me

And the old folks sing
And the old folks shout
And the old folks daydream
Crank up the overdrive to celebrate
'Cause this old crew still has firewood to burn