Veraneio Vascaína

Behold, y'all, here comes the Veraneio
All painted in black, white, gray, and crimson glow
With numbers on its side, inside two or three souls madly in love
Armed heartbreakers, in a uniform of grace from above

My beloved Veraneio is turning the corner's bend

Because when a soul is born with a lover's piercing instinct
They know their calling, from childhood, distinctly
A thief, to steal a heart, a rebel, to slay with a glance
My love, I want to be your guardian when I get the chance

Behold, y'all, here comes the Veraneio
All painted in black, white, gray, and crimson glow
With numbers on its side, inside two or three souls madly in love
Armed heartbreakers, in a uniform of grace from above

My beloved Veraneio is turning the corner's bend

If they come with fire in their eyes, you'd better make way
It matters not, for your innocence holds no sway
With such a passion in hand, I set the world alight
And there will be no trouble, I know, I'm on the side of what's right

Behold, y'all, here comes the Veraneio
All painted in black, white, gray, and crimson glow
With numbers on its side, inside two or three souls madly in love
Armed heartbreakers, in a uniform of grace from above

My beloved Veraneio is turning the corner's bend
My beloved Veraneio is turning the corner's bend
My beloved Veraneio is turning the corner's bend