Malvadeza Durão

Another hustler closed his jacket
I felt sorry, I felt sorry
Four candles lit on top of a table

And a subscription to be buried
Hardhearted Malice died
Brave, but highly regarded

Starry sky, silver moon
Many sambas, big drumming
The hill was in celebration when someone fell

With a hand on the heart, smiled
Hardhearted Malice died
And no one saw the criminal.