Choro Bandido

Even if the singers are fake like me
They will be beautiful, it doesn't matter
The songs are beautiful
Even the poets are miserable
Your verses will be good

Even because the notes were deaf
When a sly and thieving God
He made the first lyre from his guts
That animated all the sounds

And from there the ballads were born
And the outbursts of bandits like me
Singing like this
You were born for me
You were born for me

Even if you close your ears
And the windows of the dress
My muse will fall into temptation
Even because I'm speaking Greek
With your imagination

Even if you run away from me
Through labyrinths and trapdoors
Know that poets are like blind people
Can you see in the dark?

And behold, less wise than before
Your panting lips
They will surrender like this
Take me to the end
Take me to the end

Even if the novels are fake like ours
They are beautiful, it doesn't matter
The songs are beautiful
Even though lovers are wrong
Your loves will be good