Apocalipsom A (O Fim no Palco do Começo)

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Devil and God in a room
A solemn agreement was made
To unite in marriage
Faith and knowledge

They got married with great pomp
Aristotle's wisdom
With the Moorish culture
To have in one offspring
The duplicated treasure

And every divine caste
Was gathered there
Apollo and Macunaíma
Diana, Venus, Urania
Chiquinha Gonzaga Bethânia

The devil was present there
From every bank, manager
(According to the guy from the backlands
Named Bertold Brecht)

There was food and treats
There were horse thieves
Father of saints and affected ones
Priest, whore, and sheriff

And the girls, my boy
Grew up too fast (too fast, too fast)
She's locked in freedom
Circulates in the square
And she doesn't leave peace

Each day smarter
The girl disconcerts
Fixes and then disconcerts
In the sense she dissects
There's no one who can saddle her (no saddle, no saddle)
And if you retaliate
She puts her hand on her genitals
Rubbing it in your face

But
Where culture prevails
And knowledge demands
She recites Noblesse Oblige
With velvet in her larynx
Chastely humming
Quod erat demonstrandum
And when received in the room
She's called Tropicália