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!