Composer: Luiz Gonzaga
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The English translation is below the Portuguese lyrics
Full lyrics
Chegou São João
É tempo do baque
Do baque do bacamarte
Que o bacamarteiro tem
Vê quantos guerreiros, granadeiros
A riúna e a colubrina
Aglutina o batalhão
Cobrem-se da cor do infinito
São vistosos, revoltosos
Do começo da Nação
Salvas nas ressalvas do passado
Chega o cheiro da fumaça
Descompassa o seu sofrer
Dança e a descansa na lembrança
Do que foi a grande guerra
Ao lutar no Paraguai
Segure a arma, o bacamarte é esta arte
De saber fazer um tiro
De ilusão e tradição
Bacamarteiro, eu quero o coice deste tiro
Só assim eu sei que tiro
Tanta dor do meu viver
Um passo à frente que a mesura apura o grito
Carrega o fogo, que tem fogo pra brincar
Bacamarteiro, vê se acerta o meu destino
Este tino em desatino
Sem calibre pra atirar
Translation
São João has arrived
It's time for the bang
Of the bang of the bacamarte
That the bacamarteiro has
See how many warriors, grenadiers
The riúna and the colubrina
Gathers the battalion
They cover themselves with the color of the infinite
They are showy, rebellious
From the beginning of the Nation
Salutes in the safeguards of the past
The smell of smoke arrives
It unbalances your suffering
Dances and rests in the memory
Of what was the great war
When fighting in Paraguay
Hold the weapon, the bacamarte is this art
Of knowing how to make a shot
Of illusion and tradition
Bacamarteiro, I want the recoil of this shot
Only then do I know that I remove
So much pain from my life
A step forward that the bow refines the cry
Load the fire, for there is fire to play with
Bacamarteiro, see if you hit my destiny
This knack in disarray
Without caliber to shoot
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