Alma de Bolicheiro

I'm a liquor store, general store
Shop and business house
True priesthood
Pharmacy and perfumery

They call me the countryside temple
From the old legendary land
My counter confessional
My priest the shopkeeper

I was the first outpost
Within the pampas soil
Year in, year out
And I never paid taxes

Liquor store, liquor store, countryside liquor store
Give me a shot of moonshine
To kill my despair
Liquor store, I lost my way
And my memory is failing me
Sell me a pack of straw
Sell me a hand's length of tobacco

Liquor store, I don't even dismount
Give me a candle quickly
I'm going to fulfill a promise
To the black shepherd

Liquor store, liquor store
I'm going to see my girlfriend
Bring me a red flower
And a bottle of cologne

I was the first outpost
Within the pampas soil
Year in, year out
And I never paid taxes

Liquor store, liquor store, countryside liquor store
Give me a shot of moonshine
To kill my despair
Liquor store, I lost my way
And my memory is failing me
Sell me a pack of straw
Sell me a hand's length of tobacco