Tropicalea Jacta Est

Parassá penteu listen here
Parassá penteu listen here
When Bacchus pecked on the boat
Had Pigna, Campos in
Celso Zeopardo
Matinee for the dolphin
Saw, saw, saw

Two before the cell - of the dictatorship
Gave the sail / of our adventure
My boatman navigator
Pa-ra-rá conjecture soon our first
Computer / computer
(On Sinatra's record, the journey begins in the 8th century, when zero invaded our grandparents. But we return to the 60s.)

It was urgent / to leave the tunda
Take the people / to the Second
Industrial Revolution
Pa-ra-rá trained
for the new revelry:
Technology
Technology.

Sunday in the park without documents
With Juliana-sailing against the wind
We left our Middle Ages in this ship
Directly to the pre-salt era.

Torquato Neto / from Piauí
Paints in the verse / from the sky here
That morning that begins
Unfurls the flag and renounces
Whore daughter
Whore daughter.
(On Sinatra's record before the Novos, other Bahians arrived)

Flags on the mast / for the feast
In each gentio / brought in heat
The hunger of beasts / in that fast
But there were chimeras / of coke with rum
For each one / for each one