Garimpeiro Gay
Fiz uma grande proeza
Foi em um mês de fevereiro
Fui buscar uma putada
Lá perto de Marmeleiro
Num garimpo da pesada
Ali só tinha um puteiro
O dono tinha morrido
Pelas mãos de um pistoleiro
As putas tavam sofrendo
Sem comida e sem dinheiro
Quando eu cheguei no puteiro
Já tava raiando o dia
As putas me avistaram
Foi tão grande a alegria
Umas arrumavam as malas
Outra um cigarro pedia
Outras queriam trepar
Mas na hora eu não podia
E na hora da saída uma disse que não ia
Ela se agarrou com um cara
Sujeito mal-encarado
E disse: Daqui não saio sem o meu enrabichado
Os dois caíram no mato
Parti de passo apressado
Encontrei o cara e a puta no meio do descampado
Amarrei ela e trouxe
Deixei ele amarrado
Quando eu cheguei no puteiro
O cara já tava lá
Achei aquilo esquisito
Dele se desamarrar
Mesmo assim não liguei
Mandei as putas embarcar
O cara chegou em mim
Falou pra eu lhe levar
Que estava desmoralizado, ali não podia ficar
Eram trinta e cinco putas
Com o cara trinta e seis
Quando entreguei a putada
Alguma coisa cismei
Faltava o cara e a puta
Nisso eu me assustei
Só trinta e quatro putas, o que aconteceu não sei
Dizem que era um fantasma de um garimpeiro gay
Gay Miner
I did a great feat
It was in a month of February
I went to get a whore
There near Marmeleiro
In a heavy mining
There was only a brothel there
The owner had died
By the hands of a gunman
The whores were suffering
No food and no money
When I arrived at the brothel
It was already dawning
The whores spotted me
The joy was so great
Some packed their bags
Another asked for a cigarette
Others wanted to fuck
But at the time I couldn't
And when it was time to leave, one said she wasn't going
She made out with a guy
Bad-looking guy
And he said: I'm not leaving here without my tail
The two fell into the bush
I left in a hurry
I found the guy and the whore in the middle of the open field
I tied her up and brought her
I left him tied up
When I arrived at the brothel
The guy was already there
I found that weird
To untie himself
I still didn't call
I sent the whores on board
The guy came to me
He told me to take him
That he was demoralized, he couldn't stay there
There were thirty-five whores
With the guy thirty-six
When I handed over the whore
I'm thinking something
The guy and the whore were missing
At that I got scared
Only thirty-four whores, I don't know what happened
They say it was the ghost of a gay gold digger