Bandoleira

Silk scarf around the neck
Gold and metals so precious, their adornments
Vibrant colors adorned symbols of resistance
Embodying rebellion against state oppression
And they did not bring pure souls
Nor were they small or common
But they had big dreams
In cangaço, the price paid is high
And the reward
It was always greater than fame for its own pride
And sing loud, sing loud your cry of freedom
How do the children of the backlands do it?
And Maria Bonita dances in the flowery dress
And your great beloved Lampião
Sling

And whoever dares to take my land, my dusty ground
Between the starry hat and the dagger
Lighting up the cold and treacherous night
The bandolier
Always attentive to the barricade of your ideals
The end of the story is tragic
But go with your face and courage without getting tired
With one foot on the road
Lucid traveler on the path that indisputable destiny imposed on her
Sling