João de Santo Cristo wasn't afraid That's what everyone said when he got

João de Santo Cristo wasn't afraid That's what everyone said when he got lost 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 only thought about being a bandit Even more so when his father was shot by a soldier He was the terror of the neighborhood where he lived And at school even the teacher learned from him He went to church just to steal the money That the old ladies put in the altar box He really felt that he was really different He felt that that wasn't his place He wanted to go out to see the sea And the things he saw on television He saved money so he could travel Of his own choice, chose solitude