O Batuqueiro Está Morto
Airam Capuani
The Drummer Is Dead
The drummer is dead
And I know who killed
It's because of the invisible bread
The invisible hand sold its drum
The drummer died
And nobody buried
Tell Francisco that the band has passed by
But you have no more love things to say
And it wasn't even a real band
It was really a bunch of men with guns
Spitting in our faces
That war had come
We were already here
Of invisible bread
Invisible dream
Of invisible life
Now we had to swallow a bullet
Clearly visible in the hearts of those who did not deserve to die
Sir, we cannot eat tambourine
Dear listener
Die for your nation
My dear listener
Die for your food
27 years is a long time to live
Says the man in a tie with 89
And after the death of the drummer
The suits made a film about his life
And they made a lot of money on it
They celebrated the box office success
Popping champagne and eating meat
In one of those mansions in Bela Vista
And they invited the poor son
Of the poor drummer
To liven up the party a little
National anthem
No tribal endorsement
No tribal endorsement
Asked to kill
Killed
