A Vaca Já Foi Pro Brejo

The old world is lost
It’s no longer on the right track
The kids these days don’t listen to their parents
It’s the beginning of the end
I’m already seeing signs
Half of the youth are turning into delinquents
It’s a bunch of snakes
The boys lead the way, the girls follow behind...

Poor dad and poor mom
Working themselves to death
Leaving the kids at work to make them study
Buying cars on credit
So the kids can go out
The kids are always out there making tires scream
I heard a kid say
My dad has to struggle, I didn’t tell anyone to get married...

The son acts like a king
The daughter acts like a queen
They run the house and no one takes the flour
Telling mom to shut up
Poor thing just stays quiet
Dad’s a total loser, he’s off the rails
Now I’m singing, I say
In a place with no rooster, it’s the chicks that sing...

To see his daughter graduate
A good friend of mine
The bread that the devil kneaded, the poor man had to eat
When the daughter graduated
It was nothing but heartache
She said to her dad: "I’m the one leaving"
Poor dad soaked in tears
His sorrow was so great that the poor old man died...

My master is God up high
The world is my school
I know how to critique while singing: God gave me the privilege
I kill the snake and show the stick
I kill and don’t throw stones
I can also kill a seven-headed dragon and not get hurt
We’re at the end of respect
The old world has no way out, the cow's already in the swamp...