Peleia

(Nego X)
Pele-pele-peleia I won't run from this war
I won't let them fuck up my land
It's easier to die fighting, I've never seen a gaucho cowboy surrendering
A real man doesn't hit women
Man, I'll tell you what it is
Gaucho man from the land of Farroupilha protects and loves his family
Everyone goes through hardship, any race, any class
The Portuguese, the gringo, the Italian, the German, the Indian, the African
We are all brothers under this blue sky, we are Brazilians from Rio Grande do Sul
Prepare the herb, start thinking because the fight is about to begin

We can't surrender to the men in any way
The one who fights is not dead, friend, under the blue sky
We can't surrender to the men in any way
We are all Brazilians from Rio Grande do Sul

(Lica)
Hair tangled by the winds of the pampas
Long curls or braids swaying in the gallop
The wind retaliates the trot of the strong woman who sings from an early age
And raises the tradition, it's the gift of the precise heart
That gives itself entirely, unafraid of the future, she walks in the dark
If necessary, she's a woman, she knows well who she is, she knows her worth
Pride and sweat run down her face, exposed to uncertainty
She makes the fight real, gaucho woman from the mountains or the coast
She loves and fights, never shies away from the challenges life brings
Whatever needs to be done, she does, if you doubt, come see
And still finds time to chat with you, with you
(NitroG)
That's where our story begins, old China
People created, riding your idea
Tradition passed down from hand to hand, generation to generation, mate gourd
Open the gate, talk about everything that surrounds us
Rooted history, who says they don't love their land, tell me?
Hoodlum galloping through the pampas, my voice, my girl, my beliefs
I keep differences in my pocket, small-minded, bad, weak people
From the far south, Troubadours RS, the slum is our face, with respect to those who deserve it
It's the blood of the pampas here, attitude prevails
Prepare the herb, start thinking because the fight will continue

(PX)
Stretch your legs, tie the horse, the party has started
I'm talking about the South, who's sitting down, stand up
It's the sound of tough people, gaucho from the pampas
Wild to raise, black person from the countryside
Because from the homeland to the old land, I don't back down
I'm PX, good blood, Indian maragato
I don't run without seeing what's going on when things get ugly
Because in the slum, shit hits the fan, and the one who fights is not dead
(Mano)
Rhyme follows the beat, I touch the sore spot
The microphone is my weapon, as long as there's injustice
The accordion player plays, and I don't lose the rhyme
The group pulls, hey tough guy, if you don't like it, come at me
I unite rap with tradition, value the sound of the land
Rio Grande land of people who don't surrender in war
I'm a gaucho, I'm cool, have some mate
(Amarelo)
Revolution in the hills of Farroupilha
Man of the land doesn't hesitate, doesn't run from the fight
In the pampas dawn, cowboy of the countryside
Drinking mate, unfazed by the sight of the pampas
In my Rio Grande soil, warrior people expand
So the fight doesn't miss a chance
Prepare the herb, start praying because the fight will start again