Bandoleira

Silk scarf around the neck
Gold and precious metals, their ornaments
Vibrant colors adorned symbols of resistance

Personifying rebellion against state oppression
And they didn't bring pure souls
Nor were they small or vulgar
But they had big dreams
In the cangaço, the price to pay is high
And the reward
Has always been greater than the fame for their own pride
And in the embroidery of the bandoliers
Where they keep the most vile secrets
Bandits, troublemakers, bloodthirsty
Assassins, vigilantes, daring
Who come from other carnivals
And sing loudly, sing high their cry for freedom
As the sons of the backlands do
And Maria Bonita dances with her flowery dress
And her great beloved Lampião

So distant
Miles and miles
Without fleeing from the fight
Fear of nothing
And keeps laughing without any regret
Gets on his horse
If the wind changes
Carries a loaded rifle
Years of use
And continues his journey through the world

And whoever dares to take my land, my dusty ground
Between the starry hat and the dagger
Illuminating the cold and treacherous night
The bandolier
Always attentive to the barricade of their ideals
The end of the story is tragic
But goes with courage and determination without tiring
With a foot on the road
A lucid traveler on the journey that the undeniable destiny imposed

So distant
Miles and miles
Without fleeing from the fight
Fear of nothing
And keeps laughing without any regret
Gets on his horse
If the wind changes
Carries a loaded rifle
Years of use
And continues his journey through the world