In the background:
''Your Lordship, for Nossa Senhora's sake*, I didn't kill that man. I only scratched him a little, that man was strong. I swear in the name of Nossa Senhora!''
Your police chief, I tell your
Lordship
I'm a child from a family
Which doesn't desire any mishmash
But few days ago
In Mané Vito's party
I had to prove my manhood well
I will explain you why
Bitola was playing the ganzá**
Preá was playing the reco-reco***
And Zé Marreco was playing the acordeon
They played damn good
Here, there, there****
I was dacing with Rosinha
When Zeca, child of Sianinha
Forbid me to dance
Your Lordship, no trouble
I don't fight
If no one messes with me
I'm not a man made for fighting
But on that party
Your Lordship, I lost my temper
I had to get my arms
Because I don't like to be humiliated
To scare Zeca
I told to the fole***** to stop
But that man wasn't weak
He came to hit me
I got my dagger
I blew out the lanterns
I made everyone ranaway
The party was over