Choro Bandido [English translation]

Even when the singers are fake like me

the songs will be beautiful, doesn’t matter

they are beautiful

Even miserable poets

Their verses will be good

Because the notes were deaf

When a cunning, thievish god

created the first lyre from guts

That brought all sounds to life

And gave birth to ballads

And the enticements of bandits like me

Who were singing like this:

You were born for me

You were born for me




Even if you close your ears

And the windows of your dress

My muse will fall into temptation

Even though I am speaking Greek

to your imagination

Even if you run away from me

Through mazes and traps

Know that the poets, just like the blind

Can see in the dark

and then, less wise than before

your panting lips

will surrender like this:

Take me until the end

Take me until the end

Even when the romances are fake like ours

The songs are beautiful, doesn’t matter

They are beautiful

Even when the lovers are wrong

Their love will be good

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*an instrumental Brazilian popular music genre.