Começo do Fim

I came from far to sing sweetly
A beautiful party has to be for me
The end of the beginning has to be this way
What starts must come to an end

Down in the south, starting from the north
End of the harvest, the transport begins
The end of the herd starts with the cut
The end of bad luck is the start of good fortune

Right at the end of the rope, the whip begins
It's at the end of the reins, the start of the brake
At the end of trust, doubt starts to creep in
The end of half is the start of the middle

At the end of the booze, the party kicks off
It's at the end of the sea, the beach begins
At the end of the knee, the skirt starts to rise
The end of the artist is the start of the booing