Guerreiro de Caatinga

Under the strong Sun of my backlands
A fighter appears with a rifle in his hand
Well-fitting uniform
A caatinga warrior is a prepared combatant

Facing the hardships of time
Prepare yourself in the backlands battalion
This warrior belongs to the queen
It's caatinga, it's infantry

The troop
The troop
The troop
Advance
Advance

While the animal screams
It is God
In the sky
And the Infante here on earth

And the bodies
And the bodies
Fallen
Close to the ground
This is the confirmation point

And many think
It's a joke
When we talk
What we went through

But only by being
In that shell
To know
What I am
I am a bold fighter