Quatro Quadras Soltas

I saw four loose quatrains
Running free in a farm
I tied them with a rope
And carried them to the city

I arrived with them at a square
And soon they stood in the square
They went to meet the family
And the friends who were still friends

They saw fates, they saw dances
They saw songs of revolt
And they found good friends
In more than one loose quatrain

One saw a book called
'This book that I leave you'
And revisited old friendships
They were quatrains from Aleixo

Oh I oh ah, There are fewer who shrink
Oh I oh ah, Many people talk and sing
Oh I oh ah, The cork is already coming loose
That was blocking our throat

Well, I had arranged
A meeting with the loose quatrains
Yes, I was left hanging
Like a fool going around

One arrived and said: I've been
Greeting relatives
And here I am shooing flies
You are really indecent

She replied: Oh little boss
Excuse me for the boredom
I was having a drink
With a quatrain from Zeca

Oh I oh ah, One bald man told me one day
Oh I oh ah, When a snake is thirsty
Oh I oh ah, Cut off its head right away
Press it against the wall

Of the remaining loose quatrains
I didn't even have news
I went to a police station
And described them to an officer

He replied: Indeed
We have here detained
A quatrain without papers
That we found in the bad life

It says it's an oral quatrain
Without identification
That a popular quatrain
Doesn't need a card

If it says it belongs to the people
Let the people come here
I want to see the license
The registration and the permit

Oh I oh ah, When the poor gets drunk
Oh I oh ah, They say, look at the drunkard
Oh I oh ah, When the rich gets drunk
They find the big shot funny

I went with the popular quatrain
In search of the rest
When the officer from afar
Said: Come here for a moment

We have another one here
I don't know if you know
Disrespects authorities
And says what it wants

It has a forced rhyme
And foreign words
And sows confusion
Among the other prisoners

If it's yours, take it now
It's worse than a weed
Look closely at it: Is it yours?
I looked closely at it: It's mine!

Oh I oh ah, We want justice
Oh I oh ah, And money for steak
Oh I oh ah, And not this mess
Where everything belongs to the sheriff

To be continued!