O Homem E A Espingarda
Zé Mulato e Cassiano
The Man And The Shotgun
Analyzing properly
Our life is a joke
Only those who lack good humor
Don't find life funny
Because I have a clear mind
Not walking around doing nothing
That I made the comparison
Of the man with the shotgun
From twenty to thirty
Our life is very good
The shotgun is armed
And the shooter mocks
There's plenty of ammunition
Many times shoots aimlessly
Just a touch on the trigger
And the tongue of fire flies
From thirty to forty
You can pay attention
The shooter is careful
The gun is a pet
Doesn't shoot at any animal
Nor throws lead on the ground
Only shoots at good game
To not waste ammunition
And from forty to sixty
The gun must be treated
Shoots once in a while
If well lubricated
For each shot it takes
A long time hanging
Fires one shot and misses ten
The spring is relaxed
And from sixty onwards
The gear is messed up for the bush
The gun no longer shoots
And if it does, it's a rumor
Rusty shotgun
Only points at the shoe
Became a museum piece
This world is really ungrateful
After this sad phase
It only gets worse every day
Look at the gun on the wall
Only rust and sea air
Who shot and killed a jaguar
No longer scares a coati
Will never hunt again
In the thicket of the furquia
