São Pedro Pescador
Agora eu quero contá uma história
De um pescadô muito afamado
Eu oiando pra essa plateia
Eu lembrei na minha ideia
Dessa história do passado
Essa história muito tempo já passô
Da vida de um pescadô
Que eu vi no livro marcado
Esse home vivia de pescaria
Para ganhar o pão sagrado
Esse home, o seu nome era Pedro
Saía de casa cedo
Pra buscar o seu pescado
De noitinha que a maré tava abaixando
Lá vinha Pedro vortando
Com o seu barquinho lotado
Estendia todo o peixe na praia
Para o povo comprar o seu pescado
Nesse tempo muita pobreza existia
Muito pouco ele vendia
Que o povo tava apertado
Mas o coração daquele home
Vendo o povo com fome
Dava tudo o peixe dado
E assim foi passando o tempo
Pedro pescando pro povoado
Certo dia enquanto Pedro pescava
Sua rede atirava
Já tava desacorçoado
Jogava a rede na água fria
Ela vortava vazia
Sem nenhum peixe maiado
Quando Pedro foi pro barranco
Enxergô lá um barbudo sentado
O barbudo disse com a voz de comando
Pedro, faça o que eu mando
Jogue a rede do outro lado
E Pedro jogou a rede com tudo
Só pra mostrá pro barbudo
Que o home tava enganado
Quando Pedro foi puxar a rede
O seu corpo ficô arrepiado
A rede tinha peixe que coaiava
Quatro home não puxava
Nem que fosse reforçado
O barbudo que pra ele mostrou a luz
Era o Mestre Jesus
Que remiu nóis do pecado
Agora se pescadô é mentiroso
É São Pedro que foi curpado
Porque lá no livro marca isto
Que Pedro andava com Cristo
Mas mentiu para o sordado
E perguntaro se ele andava com o Messia
Falô que nem conhecia
E nem teve do seu lado
Diz que pescadô conta mentira
Muita gente tem me falado
Que pescadô todos são tão preguiçoso
E também são mentiroso
Conforme diz o ditado
Que pescadô gosta muito de menti
Quando pega um lambari
Fala que pegô um dourado
Agora eu quero falá com o Paulo
Com o meu amigo estimado
Paulo, acredite no que eu digo
Sempre foi o meu amigo
E por mim considerado
Até na praia de Guarujá
Nóis fomo junto passeá
Sempre tava do meu lado
Falô que eu saí com travesti
E com ele diz que eu passei apertado
Neste mundo tem muito home sacana
Que se veste de baiana
Pra trazê a gente enganado
E nesse dia eu também me enganei
Quando eu vi que era gay
Tirei o corpo de lado
Com o Galera a coisa foi diferente
O Paulo foi um pouco complicado
Pois eu não sei como é que pode
Pra ele fugir do bode
Foi morá em outro estado
E lá arrumô uma linda flor
E levou o seu amor
Diante do artá sagrado
Só que o Galera não sabia
Que a noiva era um home desfarçado
Na hora que eu fiquei ali sabendo
De casa saí correndo
Pra avisá meu estimado
Na igreja os dois já tava lá dentro
Acabei com o casamento
E o Paulo ficô zangado
Eu falei, Paulo ocê não vai casá
Ele ficô meio enfezado
Falei pra ele, comigo vamo vortá
Essa noiva que ocê tá
É home desmunhecado
Falei, Paulo casá com home não pode
Antes ficasse com o bode
Que ficava mais ornado
Agora eu preciso terminá
E o meu tempo tá encerrado
Eu peço pra Santa Virgem Maria
Mande paz e alegria
Dentro do nosso reinado
E que a Santíssima Trindade
Cubra de felicidade
Onde nóis temo habitado
Saint Peter the Fisherman
Now I want to tell a story
About a very famous fisherman
Looking at this audience
I remembered in my mind
This story from the past
This story has long passed
From the life of a fisherman
That I saw in the marked book
This man lived from fishing
To earn his sacred bread
This man, his name was Peter
He left home early
To seek his catch
In the evening when the tide was ebbing
There came Peter returning
With his little boat loaded
He spread all the fish on the beach
For people to buy his catch
At that time there was a lot of poverty
He sold very little
Because people were tight
But the heart of that man
Seeing the people hungry
Gave all the fish away
And so time passed
Peter fishing for the village
One day while Peter was fishing
He threw his net
He was already discouraged
He threw the net into the cold water
It came back empty
Without any fish caught
When Peter went to the bank
He saw a bearded man sitting there
The bearded man said with a commanding voice
Peter, do as I command
Throw the net on the other side
And Peter threw the net with all his might
Just to show the bearded man
That the man was mistaken
When Peter pulled the net
His body got goosebumps
The net was full of fish
Four men couldn't pull it
Even if they were reinforced
The bearded man who showed him the light
Was Master Jesus
Who redeemed us from sin
Now if a fisherman is a liar
It's Saint Peter who was blamed
Because in the book it says this
That Peter walked with Christ
But lied to the soldier
And they asked if he was with the Messiah
He said he didn't even know him
And didn't have him by his side
They say fishermen tell lies
Many people have told me
That fishermen are all so lazy
And they are also liars
As the saying goes
That fishermen really like to lie
When they catch a small fish
They say they caught a big one
Now I want to talk to Paulo
My dear friend
Paulo, believe what I say
He has always been my friend
And considered by me
Even on the beach in Guarujá
We went for a walk together
He was always by my side
He said I went out with a transvestite
And with him he says I was in trouble
In this world there are many wicked men
Who dress as women
To deceive us
And that day I also got deceived
When I saw it was a gay man
I stepped aside
With Galera it was different
Paulo was a bit complicated
Because I don't know how it's possible
For him to escape the blame
He went to live in another state
And there he found a beautiful flower
And took his love
Before the sacred altar
But Galera didn't know
That the bride was a disguised man
When I found out
I ran out of the house
To warn my dear friend
The two were already inside the church
I ended the wedding
And Paulo was angry
I said, Paulo you're not going to get married
He was a bit upset
I told him, let's go back with me
The bride you have
Is a effeminate man
I said, Paulo can't marry a man
He'd be better off with the goat
Which would be more fitting
Now I need to finish
And my time is up
I ask the Virgin Mary
Send peace and joy
Within our kingdom
And may the Holy Trinity
Cover us with happiness
Where we have dwelt