A Loira e a Morena

I was the king of cards, lived with bad intentions
Playing cards and drinking rum was my inclination
When I sat down to play, I sat down cautiously
I felt a 'revolve smith', lots of bullets and a machete

I used to drink a cachaça mixed with lemon
I'd pull my hat over my eyes and mix the coal
Stealing one or two cards, throwing another on the floor
Putting another in my pocket, the trick was done

One partner or another would notice, already catching my attention
From brave I'd flip the table, they called me a thief
Another smarter one would shout 'end the discussion'
I'd continue the game, no shame at all

When the day broke, I had not a penny left
I'd arrive home tired, another explosion would happen
My wife asking for clothes, the children asking for bread
And I had nothing to give, what a damn profession

One day my little daughter grabbed my hand
'Daddy, will you come with me to a performance?'
And she took me to a church where devotion reigns
Introduced me to the priest who heard my confession

After many pieces of advice, I cried with emotion
I took the sacred host and the holy communion

Since that day, I have God in my heart
Never touched cards again, freed from temptation