Lampião

Acorda, Maria Bonita Levanta, vai fazer café O dia já vem raiando E a polícia já tá de pé Well, lemme tell you a little story About a big, bad motherfucker called, "Lampião" The governor of the back lands Sailor of the black sands With a fillet knife and a strong hand He carved out a life most won't ever understand And if you wanna go out looking for him You can still hear his name Whispered through the North Eastern terrains of Brazil Ô, Lampião Where are you now? (Sei lá) Ô, Lampião Where are you now? (Sei lá) And military operations tried to conquer his vocation Were the good doing bad or the bad doing good? I'm not here to say But there was a bullet in it for both sides And late at night by candlelight, he'd write stories As he lay beside his love, Maria Bonita Silva turned to gold With a poor birth and a rich soul That motherfucker's called, "Lampião" Ô, Lampião Where are you now? (Sei lá) Ô, Lampião Where are you now? (Sei lá) Acorda, Maria Bonita Levanta, vai fazer café O dia já vem raiando E a polícia já tá de pé Well, they caught him in the end Executed him, his love and his cangaçeiros Then let their heads hang for public display in the streets of Salvador But long will his name remain in the stories of folklore And in that place, where the water runs white Some say his gun shots are still lighting up the night Ô, Lampião Where are you now? (Sei lá) Ô, Lampião (Sei lá) Where are you now? (Sei lá) (Sei lá) Acorda, Maria Bonita Levanta, vai fazer café O dia já vem raiando E a polícia já tá de pé (Sei lá) (Sei lá) (Sei lá) (Sei lá)