Deus e o Diabo Na Terra do Sol

Romance of the God Devil

I
Announcing to the public, striking and slow:
I'm going to tell a story
In truth and imagination
Open your eyes wide
To see with attention
It's about God and the Devil
There in the backlands

Narrative, slow:
Manuel and Rosa
Lived in the backlands
Working the land
With their own hands
Until one day - for better or worse -
Saint Sebastian entered their lives
He brought kindness in his eyes
Jesus Christ in his heart

Agitated, at the fair:
Sebastian was born from fire
In the month of February
Announcing that misfortune
Would burn the whole world
But that he could save
Who followed his steps
Who was holy and miraculous
Who was holy
Who was holy
Who was holy and miraculous

Funereal, sad, slow:
My son, your mother died
It wasn't from God's death
It was from a fight in the backlands, my son
From the shots the gunman gave

II
Slow, dramatic:
Swearing on ten stars
Without a Patron Saint
Antonio of the Deaths
Killer of bandits
Killer of bandits!
Killer, killer
Killer of bandits!

III
Narrative, awakening, announcing:
From the death of Mount Santo
Manuel the Cowboy survived
Out of Antonio's mercy
Killer of bandits
The story continues
Pay more attention there
Manuel and Rosa walked
Through the paths of the backlands
Until one day - for better or worse -
Corisco, Lampião's devil, entered their lives

IV
Narrative, sad, evoked from death:
Lampião and Maria Bonita
Thought they would never
Never die
They died at nightfall
Maria Bonita
At daybreak

V
Tragic, announcing misfortunes:
Walking with remorse
Without a Patron Saint
Antonio of the Deaths returns
There he goes
He's been searching day and night
There he goes
Corisco of Saint George
There he goes

VI
Announcing the tragic ending:
He searched through the backlands
All of February
The Dragon of Evil
Against the holy Warrior
Looking for Antonio of the Deaths
Looking for Antonio of the Deaths
All of February

VII
In fierce dialogue, rhythm of struggle:
- If between Corisco
- I won't surrender
I'm not a bird
To live in prison
- Surrender Corisco
- I won't surrender
I won't surrender to the lieutenant
I won't surrender to the captain
I'll only surrender in death
With a rifle in hand
- Surrender Corisco
- I won't surrender

VIII
Lively, cheerful
Dance, dance people
Dance until the sun rises
They killed Corisco
Shot Dadá
The backlands will turn into sea
And the sea will turn into backlands

My story is told
Truth and imagination
I hope you
Have learned a lesson
That this world is wrong
When divided like this
That the land belongs to man
Not to God or the Devil