A Viola e o Violeiro

There are people who don't like the class of viola player
On the arm of this viola, I defend my companions
To destroy our class, they have to kill me first
Even so, even after death, I still cause trouble
A man dies, the fame remains, and my fame is troublesome.

Everyone born in the world has their destiny traced
Some are born to be engineers, others to be lawyers
I was born to be a viola player, I feel very honored
From playing the viola so much, my fingers are calloused
I'm a viola player who sings for twenty-two states.

Long live the people of Minas Gerais, singers of 'recortado'
Also, long live the Gauchos who are respected in the 'xote'
Long live the Northern viola players who only sing improvised
People from Goiás and Paraná sing everything very well
Long live the land of Mato Grosso, the cradle of 'rasqueado'.

Representing São Paulo, this 'pagode' is the message
The music of foreigners wants to invade our market
Let's wage a war, each viola player is a soldier
Our viola is the rifle, and our chest is a armored train
The viola and the viola player cannot be defeated.