Ultima Viagem

In a cold dawn
I put down my Picasso
I went hunting
In the field of Santo Ignacio
On a roadside ranch
To relieve my tiredness
I stopped to drink some water
I met old Epitácio
He was the king of singers
Oh, what a sad failure

Young man, you see
This dusty guitar?
It's been ten years since this pine
It's hanging in the corner
Ten years ago this guitar
It's always been my hoe
Me with my partner
There was no stopping us both
Every week I sang
Living the easy life

Every day a city
Always traveling
For the spiteful guitarist
Hitting us is nonsense
In challenge fashions
We had a lot of luggage
I challenged day and night
There was no disadvantage
The fame of Nhô Epitácio
I was already at many stops

We made the last trip
On the side of Itararé
When midnight struck
The champion called on foot
Let's sing the rest of the night
Without suspecting bad faith
The people pretended to be happy
Dancing and stomping your feet
When it was dawn
They brought us coffee, oh

Sir, that coffee
It was a real trap
The part they brought us
It was all poisoned
Because I don't drink coffee
I got rid of that ambush
Not to mention that those people
It was all messed up
The champions we break
He had a respected reputation

The other day he passed away
My pet partner
I hung the guitar there
And I never put my hand in it again
This guitar is victorious
Never lost to champion
This was the last trip
That mourned my heart
Why I lost my partner
And besides, he's my brother, oh