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"He had no fear, that João de Santo Cristo"
That's what everyone said when he lost himself.
He left behind all the stagnation of the farm
Just to feel in his blood the hatred that Jesus gave him.

As a child, he just thought of being a bandit,
Even more so when his father died from a soldier's bullet
He was the terror of the backlands where he lived
And even the teacher learned from him.

He would go to church just to steal the money
That the old ladies left in the altar box.
He really felt that he was really different
He felt that all of that wasn't the place for him.

He wanted to leave to see the sea
And everything he saw on TV
He saved money to be able to travel
By his own choice, he chose solitude.

He banged all the girls in the city
From so much playing doctor, at twelve he was a professor.
At fifteen he was sent to the reformatory,
Where his hatred grew, in the face of such terror.

He couldn't understand how life worked
Prejudice because of his class and his color
He got tired of trying to find the answer
He bought a ticket, and went straight to Salvador.

Arriving there, he went to drink a coffee
And he found a rancher, with whom he went to talk.
And the cowboy had a ticket, and was going to miss his trip
But João would save him…

He was saying, "I'm going to Brasilia
in this country there's no place better,
I need to visit my daughter
I'll stay here, and you go in my stead."

And João accepted his proposal
And on the bus, he entered the Planalto Central.
He was stunned by the city
Leaving the bus station, he saw the Christmas lights,

"My God, what a beautiful city,
In the new year, I'll start to work!"
Cutting wood, a carpenter's apprentice,
He earned 100,000 per month in Taguatinga.

On Fridays he would go to the district in the city
To spend all his working-man's money.
And he met a lot of interesting people there,
Even a bastard grandson of his great grandfather.

A Peruvian who was living in Bolivia
And brought a lot of things from there
His name was Pablo, and he said
He was getting ready to start a business.

And Santo Cristo was working himself to death
But wasn't earning enough to eat.
And he would listen to the seven o'clock news
Saying that mr. minister was going to help.

But he didn't want to hear any more talk
And decided that he would get by the same way Pablo did.
Once again, he drafted his saintly plan
And without being crucified, he went to start his plantation,

Soon, the city's junkies heard the news:
"There's some good shit there!"
And João de Santo Cristo got rich
And finished off all the traffickers from there.

He made friends, he would go to Asa Norte
And he would go to rock parties as a release.
But suddenly under the bad influence
Of the punks from the city he began to steal.

In his first robbery, he messed up
And he went to hell for the first time.
Violence and rape of his body
"You will see, I'll get you all!"

And now Santo Cristo was a bandit,
Fearless and feared in the Federal District.
He wasn't afraid of police,
Captain or trafficker, playboy or General.

That was when he met a girl,
And he repented for all his sins.
Maria Lúcia was a beautiful girl,
And Santo Cristo promised his heart to her.

He said he wanted to get married
And he went back to being a carpenter.
"Maria Lúcia, I'll love you forever,
And I want to have a child with you."

Time passes, then one day at the door
There's an upper-class man, with money in his hand.
And he makes an indecent proposal and says he awaits a response
A response from João:

"I don't put bombs in newsstands or in children's schools,
No I don't do that,
Nor do I protect a ten-star General
Who just stays behind the table shitting himself with fear.
And it's best you get out of my house,
Never mess with a Pisces with Scorpio ascendant."

But before leaving, with hatred in his eyes, the old man said,
"You lost your life, my brother"

You lost your life, my brother,
You lost your life, my brother.
Those words will go to the heart
And I'll suffer the consequences like a dog.

As it turns out Santo Cristo was right,
His future was uncertain, and he didn't go to work.
He got drunk and in the midst of his drunkenness
He discovered that someone else was working in his stead.

He told Pablo that he wanted a partner,
that he had money and wanted to arm himself.
Pablo brought contraband from Bolivia
and Santo Cristo resold it in Planaltina.

But it so happens that a certain Jeremias,
a well-known trafficker, appeared there.
He found out about Santo Cristo's plans,
and decided he was going to finish him off.

But Pablo brought a Winchester .22,
and Santo Cristo already knew how to shoot,
and he decided to use the gun
only after Jeremias started to fight.

Jeremias, a shameless pothead
organized the rock and drugs party and made everyone dance.
He took innocent girls' virginity,
and claimed he was religious, but he didn't know how to pray.

And it had been a long time since Santo Cristo had been home,
And his longing was beginning to afflict him.
"I'm leaving, I'm going to see Maria Lúcia,
It's about time for us to get married."

Arriving at home, then, he began to cry,
and went to hell for the second time.
Maria Lúcia had married Jeremias
and he had made a child in her.

Santo Cristo was only hatred inside,
So then he called Jeremias to a duel.
"Tomorrow, at two o'clock, at Ceilândia,
In front of Lot 14, that's where I'll go.

And you can choose your weapon,
I'll finish you off anyway, you traitorous pig,
And I'll kill Maria Lúcia, too,
That false girl that I swore my love to."

And Santo Cristo didn't know what to do
When he saw the reporter on the television
Announcing the duel on TV
Giving the time, the place, and the reason.

So Saturday, then, at two o'clock
Everyone, with haste, went just to see,
A man who fired at another from behind,
And hit Santo Cristo, and began to smile.

Feeling the blood in his throat,
João looked at the waving flags and the cheering crowd,
And he looked at the ice cream man, and the cameras
And the TV crews that were filming everything

And he remembered when he was a child,
And everything he had lived up 'til then
And he decided to jump into that dance,
"If the Via Crucis has turned into a circus, here I am."

And with that, the sun blinded his eyes,
and then he recognized Maria Lúcia.
She was carrying the Winchester .22
The gun that his cousin Pablo gave him.

"Jeremias, I'm a man, something that you are not,
and I don't shoot at someone from behind.
Look over here, you shameless son of a bitch,
Take a look at my blood and come feel your forgiveness."

And Santo Cristo took the Winchester .22 and
Put five shots in the traitor bandit.
Maria Lúcia repented next,
And died together with João, her protector.

And the people declared that João de Santo Cristo
was a saint because he knew how to die.
And the haute bourgeoisie from the city
couldn't believe the story they saw on the TV.

And João never achieved what he had wanted
when he came to Brasilia to meet the devil,
He had wanted to tell the President
To help all these people who do naught but suffer

Caboclo Western PencilEdit

"He had no fear, that João de Santo Cristo"
That's what everyone said when he lost himself.
He left behind all the stagnation of the farm
Just to feel in his blood the hatred that Jesus gave him.

As a child, he just thought of being a bandit,
Even more so when his father died from a soldier's bullet
He was the terror of the backlands where he lived
And even the teacher learned from him.

He would go to church just to steal the money
That the old ladies left in the altar box.
He really felt that he was really different
He felt that all of that wasn't the place for him.

He wanted to leave to see the sea
And everything he saw on TV
He saved money to be able to travel
By his own choice, he chose solitude.

He banged all the girls in the city
From so much playing doctor, at twelve he was a professor.
At fifteen he was sent to the reformatory,
Where his hatred grew, in the face of such terror.

He couldn't understand how life worked
Prejudice because of his class and his color
He got tired of trying to find the answer
He bought a ticket, and went straight to Salvador.

Arriving there, he went to drink a coffee
And he found a rancher, with whom he went to talk.
And the cowboy had a ticket, and was going to miss his trip
But João would save him…

He was saying, "I'm going to Brasilia
in this country there's no place better,
I need to visit my daughter
I'll stay here, and you go in my stead."

And João accepted his proposal
And on the bus, he entered the Planalto Central.
He was stunned by the city
Leaving the bus station, he saw the Christmas lights,

"My God, what a beautiful city,
In the new year, I'll start to work!"
Cutting wood, a carpenter's apprentice,
He earned 100,000 per month in Taguatinga.

On Fridays he would go to the district in the city
To spend all his working-man's money.
And he met a lot of interesting people there,
Even a bastard grandson of his great grandfather.

A Peruvian who was living in Bolivia
And brought a lot of things from there
His name was Pablo, and he said
He was getting ready to start a business.

And Santo Cristo was working himself to death
But wasn't earning enough to eat.
And he would listen to the seven o'clock news
Saying that mr. minister was going to help.

But he didn't want to hear any more talk
And decided that he would get by the same way Pablo did.
Once again, he drafted his saintly plan
And without being crucified, he went to start his plantation,

Soon, the city's junkies heard the news:
"There's some good shit there!"
And João de Santo Cristo got rich
And finished off all the traffickers from there.

He made friends, he would go to Asa Norte
And he would go to rock parties as a release.
But suddenly under the bad influence
Of the punks from the city he began to steal.

In his first robbery, he messed up
And he went to hell for the first time.
Violence and rape of his body
"You will see, I'll get you all!"

And now Santo Cristo was a bandit,
Fearless and feared in the Federal District.
He wasn't afraid of police,
Captain or trafficker, playboy or General.

That was when he met a girl,
And he repented for all his sins.
Maria Lúcia was a beautiful girl,
And Santo Cristo promised his heart to her.

He said he wanted to get married
And he went back to being a carpenter.
"Maria Lúcia, I'll love you forever,
And I want to have a child with you."

Time passes, then one day at the door
There's an upper-class man, with money in his hand.
And he makes an indecent proposal and says he awaits a response
A response from João:

"I don't put bombs in newsstands or in children's schools,
No I don't do that,
Nor do I protect a ten-star General
Who just stays behind the table shitting himself with fear.
And it's best you get out of my house,
Never mess with a Pisces with Scorpio ascendant."

But before leaving, with hatred in his eyes, the old man said,
"You lost your life, my brother"

You lost your life, my brother,
You lost your life, my brother.
Those words will go to the heart
And I'll suffer the consequences like a dog.

As it turns out Santo Cristo was right,
His future was uncertain, and he didn't go to work.
He got drunk and in the midst of his drunkenness
He discovered that someone else was working in his stead.

He told Pablo that he wanted a partner,
that he had money and wanted to arm himself.
Pablo brought contraband from Bolivia
and Santo Cristo resold it in Planaltina.

But it so happens that a certain Jeremias,
a well-known trafficker, appeared there.
He found out about Santo Cristo's plans,
and decided he was going to finish him off.

But Pablo brought a Winchester .22,
and Santo Cristo already knew how to shoot,
and he decided to use the gun
only after Jeremias started to fight.

Jeremias, a shameless pothead
organized the rock and drugs party and made everyone dance.
He took innocent girls' virginity,
and claimed he was religious, but he didn't know how to pray.

And it had been a long time since Santo Cristo had been home,
And his longing was beginning to afflict him.
"I'm leaving, I'm going to see Maria Lúcia,
It's about time for us to get married."

Arriving at home, then, he began to cry,
and went to hell for the second time.
Maria Lúcia had married Jeremias
and he had made a child in her.

Santo Cristo was only hatred inside,
So then he called Jeremias to a duel.
"Tomorrow, at two o'clock, at Ceilândia,
In front of Lot 14, that's where I'll go.

And you can choose your weapon,
I'll finish you off anyway, you traitorous pig,
And I'll kill Maria Lúcia, too,
That false girl that I swore my love to."

And Santo Cristo didn't know what to do
When he saw the reporter on the television
Announcing the duel on TV
Giving the time, the place, and the reason.

So Saturday, then, at two o'clock
Everyone, with haste, went just to see,
A man who fired at another from behind,
And hit Santo Cristo, and began to smile.

Feeling the blood in his throat,
João looked at the waving flags and the cheering crowd,
And he looked at the ice cream man, and the cameras
And the TV crews that were filming everything

And he remembered when he was a child,
And everything he had lived up 'til then
And he decided to jump into that dance,
"If the Via Crucis has turned into a circus, here I am."

And with that, the sun blinded his eyes,
and then he recognized Maria Lúcia.
She was carrying the Winchester .22
The gun that his cousin Pablo gave him.

"Jeremias, I'm a man, something that you are not,
and I don't shoot at someone from behind.
Look over here, you shameless son of a bitch,
Take a look at my blood and come feel your forgiveness."

And Santo Cristo took the Winchester .22 and
Put five shots in the traitor bandit.
Maria Lúcia repented next,
And died together with João, her protector.

And the people declared that João de Santo Cristo
was a saint because he knew how to die.
And the haute bourgeoisie from the city
couldn't believe the story they saw on the TV.

And João never achieved what he had wanted
when he came to Brasilia to meet the devil,
He had wanted to tell the President
To help all these people who do naught but suffer

Original (Brazilian Portuguese) PencilEdit

Não tinha medo o tal João de Santo Cristo,
Era o que todos diziam quando ele se perdeu.
Deixou pra trás todo o marasmo da fazenda
Só pra sentir no seu sangue o ódio que Jesus lhe deu.

Quando criança só pensava em ser bandido,
Ainda mais quando com tiro de soldado o pai morreu
Era o terror da cercania onde morava
E na escola até o professor com ele aprendeu.

Ia pra igreja só pra roubar o dinheiro
Que as velhinhas colocavam na caixinha do altar.
Sentia mesmo que era mesmo diferente
Sentia que aquilo ali não era o seu lugar

Ele queria sair para ver o mar
E as coisas que ele via na televisão
Juntou dinheiro para poder viajar
E de escolha própria escolheu a solidão

Comia todas as menininhas da cidade
De tanto brincar de médico aos doze era professor.
Aos quinze foi mandado pro reformatório
Onde aumentou seu ódio diante de tanto terror.

Não entendia como a vida funcionava -
Descriminação por causa da sua classe e sua cor
Ficou cansado de tentar achar resposta
E comprou uma passagem foi direto a Salvador.

E lá chegando foi tomar um cafezinho
E encontrou um boiadeiro com quem foi falar
E o boiadeiro tinha uma passagem e ia perder a viagem
Mas João foi lhe salvar.

Dizia ele: - Estou indo pra Brasília,
Nesse país lugar melhor não há.
Tô precisando visitar a minha filha
Eu fico aqui e você vai no meu lugar.

E João aceitou sua proposta
E num ônibus entrou no Planalto Central
Ele ficou bestificado com a cidade
Saindo da rodoviária viu as luzes de Natal.

- Meu Deus, mas que cidade linda!
No ano-novo eu começo a trabalhar.
Cortar madeira, aprendiz de carpinteiro
Ganhava cem mil por mês em Taguatinga.

Na sexta-feira ia pra zona da cidade
Gastar todo o seu dinheiro de rapaz trabalhador
E conhecia muita gente interessante
Até um neto bastardo do seu bisavô

Um peruano que vivia na Bolívia
E muitas coisas trazia de lá
Seu nome era Pablo e ele dizia
Que um negócio ele ia começar.

E o Santo Cristo até a morte trabalhava
Mas o dinheiro não dava pra ele se alimentar
E ouvia às sete horas o noticiário
Que dizia sempre que seu ministro ia ajudar

Mas ele não queria mais conversa e decidiu que,
com o Pablo, ele ia se virar
Elaborou mais uma vez seu plano santo
E, sem ser crucificado, a plantação foi começar.

Logo, logo os malucos da cidade souberam da novidade:
- Tem bagulho bom aí!
E João de Santo Cristo ficou rico
E acabou com todos os traficantes dali.

Fez amigos, freqüentava a Asa Norte
E ia pra festa de rock, pra se libertar
Mas de repente sob um má influência
Dos boyzinhos da cidade começou a roubar.

Já no primeiro roubo ele dançou
E pro inferno ele foi pela primeira vez
Violência e estupro do seu corpo
- Vocês vão ver, eu vou pegar vocês.

Agora Santo Cristo era bandido
Destemido e temido no Distrito Federal.
Não tinha nenhum medo de polícia
Capitão ou traficante, playboy ou general.

Foi quando conheceu uma menina
E de todos os seus pecados ele se arrependeu.
Maria Lúcia era uma menina linda
E o coração dele pra ela o Santo Cristo prometeu

Ele dizia que queria se casar
E carpinteiro ele voltou a ser
- Maria Lúcia pra sempre eu vou te amar
E um filho com você eu quero ter.

O tempo passa e um dia vem à porta
Um senhor de alta classe com dinheiro na mão
E ele faz uma proposta indecorosa e diz que espera uma resposta.
Uma resposta de João:

- Não boto bomba em banca de jornal nem em colégio de criança
Isso eu não faço não
E não protejo general de dez estrelas que fica atrás da mesa
Com o cú na mão.
E é melhor o senhor sair da minha casa
Nunca brinque com um Peixes com ascendente Escorpião.

Mas antes de sair, com ódio no olhar, o velho disse:
- Você perdeu a sua vida, meu irmão.

Você perdeu a sua vida meu irmão.
Você perdeu a sua vida meu irmão.
Essas palavras vão entrar no coração
E eu vou sofrer as conseqüências como um cão.

Não é que o Santo Cristo estava certo
Seu futuro era incerto e ele não foi trabalhar
Se embebedou e no meio da bebedeira
Descobriu que tinha outro trabalhando em seu lugar

Falou com Pablo que queria um parceiro
Que também tinha dinheiro e queria se armar
Pablo trazia o contrabando da Bolívia
E Santo Cristo revendia em Planaltina

Mas acontece que um tal de Jeremias, traficante de renome,
Apareceu por lá
Ficou sabendo dos planos de Santo Cristo
E decidiu que com João ele ia acabar.

Mas Pablo trouxe uma Winchester-22
E Santo Cristo já sabia atirar
E decidiu usar a arma só depois
Que Jeremias começasse a brigar.

O Jeremias, maconheiro sem vergonha
organizou a Rockonha e fez todo mundo dançar.
Desvirginava mocinhas inocentes
E dizia que era crente mas não sabia rezar.

E Santo Cristo há muito não ia pra casa
E a saudade começou a apertar
- Eu vou me embora, eu vou ver Maria Lúcia
Já está em tempo de a gente se casar.

Chegando em casa então ele chorou
E pro inferno ele foi pela segunda vez
Com Maria Lúcia Jeremias se casou
E um filho nela ele fez.

Santo Cristo era só ódio por dentro
E então o Jeremias pra um duelo ele chamou
- Amanhã, as duas horas na Ceilândia
Em frente ao lote 14, é pra lá que eu vou

E você pode escolher as suas armas
Que eu acabo mesmo com você, seu porco traidor
E mato também Maria Lúcia
Aquela menina falsa pra que jurei o meu amor

E Santo Cristo não sabia o que fazer
Quando viu o repórter da televisão
Que a notícia do duelo na TV
Dizendo a hora o local e a razão.

No sábado, então as duas horas, todo o povo
Sem demora foi lá só pra assistir
Um homem que atirava pelas costas e acertou o Santo Cristo
E começou a sorrir.

Sentindo o sangue na garganta,
João olhou as bandeirinhas e pro povo a aplaudir
E olhou pro sorveteiro e pras câmeras
E a gente da TV que filmava tudo ali.

E se lembrou de quando era uma criança
E de tudo o que vivera até ali
E decidiu entrar de vez naquela dança
- Se a via-crucis virou circo, estou aqui.

E nisso o sol cegou seus olhos
E então Maria Lúcia ele reconheceu
Ela trazia a Winchester-22
A arma que seu primo Pablo lhe deu.

- Jeremias, eu sou homem, coisa que você não é.
Eu não atiro pelas costas não.
Olha pra cá filha da puta, sem vergonha,
Dá uma olhada no meu sangue e vem sentir o teu perdão.

E Santo Cristo com a Winchester-22
Deu cinco tiros no bandido traidor
Maria Lúcia se arrependeu depois
E morreu junto com João, seu protetor.

O povo declarava que João de Santo Cristo
Era santo porque sabia morrer
E a alta burguesia da cidade
Não acreditava na história que eles viram na TV

E João não conseguiu o que queria
Quando veio pra Brasília, com o diabo ter
Ele queria era falar com o presidente,
Pra ajudar toda essa gente que só faz sofrer