Rock do Sertão
Mastruz Com Leite
Sertão Rock
Oxe! Oxe! Oxente!
Oxe! Oxe! Oxente!
Oxe! Oxe! Oxente!
Oxe! Oxe! Oxente!
Oxe! Oxe! Oxente!
Oxe! Oxe! Oxente! Yeah!
I'm going to make a very bold forró
Quite similar to this thing called rock and roll
An accordion with a distorted sound
A well-played bass drum and a triangle with a pedal
The country folks in jeans and t-shirts
Instead of donkeys, everyone on scooters
Instead of tobacco, we'll chew gum
And swap the licks for razors and knives
And before the dust rises
The drummer shouted: One, two, three!
Terrified, with wide eyes
The cowboy next to me said: Man! Did you see that?
From then on, all you could see in the hall
Oxe! Oxe! Oxente!
A man dancing xaxado, xote, and baião
Oxe! Oxe! Oxente!
Moving the foot, like putting out a cigarette
And swinging the wrist, as if lassoing cattle!
