Poema do Cu

Ass, round gate
Surrounded by strands of hair
Where does the sinuelo pass?
From the troops that come from the belly
To preserve your folds
No need for much luxury
Just clean with a broom
In the old gaucho style

I salute you, wild Indian ass
Beaten with so much shit
Why do you show courage?
When the shit comes trotting
And if she's kind of tough
Slowly you won't improve
To prevent me from mistreating you

Miserable old ass
Always with your mouth down
Because being a male Indian's ass
One of those who shits in a dowel
And never leaves a residue
If you carry some shit
Just clean with a broom
Or even using a corncob

Ass, martyr of the body
Unpopular and discredited
Most of the time shit
And rusty on the thread
Your destiny is a strange thing
For as life passes by
The mouth drinks cachaça
And you're always collecting flies