This is a story of a man
Who stood alone against many
Who fought brave
To enter eternal life

He was left alone by the dawn
Some say he was useless
Some say he was hopeless
But the truth for sure they saw

They've shared no culture at all
Some think that was a shame
At that day, he entered the game
The invaders shall perish and fall

An unshakable heart of gold
Ancient tales and poems lost
It doesn't matter what is the cost
His name will be unfold

Com as grimas, ele destruiu os inimigos

Who is he, who stands alone?
Who will fight till flesh and bone?

Maculelê! Maculelê!
Maculelê! Maculelê!
Maculelê! Maculelê!
Maculelê! Maculelê!

Um certo dia, na cabana, um guerreiro
Foi atacado por uma tribo pra valer
Girou dois paus, saiu de salto mortal
E gritou: Pula, menino, que eu sou Maculelê!

Now it's time to start the culls
See the grimas smashing the skulls
Blood and tears throughout the air
Enemies die in despair

They've shared no culture at all
Some think that was a shame
At that day, he entered the game
The invaders shall perish and fall

An unshakable heart of gold
Ancient tales and poems lost
It doesn't matter what is the cost
His name will be unfold

Raise the grimas!
Start up the culls!
He will smash!
The invaders will perish and fall!

The story is told
You may have learnt
Respect will come
But you have to earn
When you time is here
You shall to the right
Take your soul and spear
And prepare to fight!