Acorda, Maria Bonita
Levanta, vai fazer café
O dia já vem raiando
E a polícia já tá de pé

Well lemme tell you a little story
About a big, bad motherfucker called Lampião
The governor of the backlands
Sailor of the black sands
With a fillet knife and a strong hand
He carved out a life most won't ever understand
And if you wanna go out looking for him
You can still hear his name
Whispered through the North Eastern terrains of Brazil

Ô, Lampião
Where are you now?
Ô, Lampião
Where are you now?

And military operations tried to conquer his vocation
Were the good doing bad or the bad doing good?
I'm not here to say
But there was a bullet in it for both sides
And late at night by candle light, he'd write stories
As he lay beside his love, Maria Bonita

Silva turned to gold
With a poor birth and a rich soul
That motherfucker's called Lampião

Ô, Lampião
Where are you now?
Ô, Lampião
Where are you now?

Acorda, Maria Bonita
Levanta, vai fazer café
O dia já vem raiando
E a polícia já tá de pé

Well, they caught him in the end
Executed him, his love and his cangaçeiros
Then let their heads hang for public display
In the streets of Salvador
But long will his name remain in the stories of folklore
And in that place, where the water runs white
Some say his gun shots are still lighting up the night

Ô, Lampião
Where are you now?
Ô, Lampião
Where are you now?

Acorda, Maria Bonita
Levanta, vai fazer café
O dia já vem raiando
E a polícia já tá de pé