Malvadeza Durão
Zé Keti
Hardhearted Malice
Another hustler closed his jacket
I felt sorry, I felt sorry
Four candles lit on top of a table
And a subscription to be buried
Hardhearted Malice died
Brave, but highly regarded
Starry sky, silver moon
Many sambas, big drumming
The hill was in celebration when someone fell
With a hand on the heart, smiled
Hardhearted Malice died
And no one saw the criminal.
