Sabe moço

You know, sir
That in the midst of the turmoil
I had a handkerchief around my neck
That was a flag for me
That I walked in a thousand battles
In brutal and ugly fights
From the beginning to the end

You know, sir
After the revolutions
I saw coats of arms being flaunted
For warlords and colonels
I saw rings sparkling
Signatures on papers
Honors for heroes

It's tough, sir
To look now at history
And see pages of glories
And portraits of immortals
You know, sir
I was a warrior like many
Who walked in all directions
Always following a bugle

And what remains?
Ah, yes!
In the chest instead of medals
Scars of battles
That's what's left for me

Ah, yes!
In the chest instead of medals
Scars of battles
That's what's left for me