Fado das Barracas II
Outro ano, outra aventura,
No Verão, sempre loucura,
Desta vez com atenção
Há um ano que o Zé
já não o punha de pé
Devido á recordação
Já morava no anexo
Já nem pensava em sexo
nunca mais na sua vida
Dizia-se torturado,
antes isso que cagado
ou apanhar a sida
Veio a namorada antiga
uma bela rapariga
não podia escapar
"Oh filha estás avisada,
mesmo antes da traulitada,
dá-me vontade de cagar!"
Ela pouco acreditava,
prá's barracas o arrastava,
homem macho e viril
Mas além de se cagar
começou-se a bufar
parecia o 25 de Abril
Já passava de 1 hora,
les pela noite fora
"É milagre estou a parar!"
Tinha-se encontrado a cura
Mas foi sol de pocadura
Começou-se ela a cagar
Ele de cor ia mudando
ao som daquele fandango
Afinal agora és tu
Ele todo pasmado,
seu cagar tao desalmado
abençoado seja esse cu!
Na barraca uma feira
parecia, uma estrumeira,
valha-nos nossa mãe
Ele a desesperar,
antes morrer que cagar,
isto não é vida para ninguém
Ele pôs o fim à vida,
para o céu foi de seguida,
foi num dia de Inverno (quebra)
E nos braços do Senhor, (ah míveras mai' lindas)
este disse-lhe com amor: "vai cagar para o inferno!
E nos braços do Senhor,
este disse-lhe com amor: "vai cagar para o inferno!""
Fado of the Shacks II
Another year, another adventure,
In the summer, always crazy,
This time with some caution.
It's been a year since Zé
Couldn’t get up on his feet
Due to the memories.
He was living in the annex,
Not even thinking about sex,
Never again in his life.
He said he was tortured,
Better that than being fucked
Or catching AIDS.
His old girlfriend came back,
A beautiful girl,
He couldn’t escape.
"Oh girl, you’ve been warned,
Even before the beatdown,
I feel like I gotta shit!"
She hardly believed it,
Dragging him to the shacks,
A real man, strong and tough.
But besides shitting himself,
He started to puff up,
He looked like April 25th.
It was past one o'clock,
Out all night long,
"It’s a miracle, I’m stopping!"
He thought he found the cure,
But it was just a bad joke,
She started shitting herself.
He was changing color
To the sound of that fandango,
Turns out now it’s you.
He was all stunned,
His shitting so heartless,
Blessed be that ass!
In the shack, a fair,
It looked like a shit show,
God help us all.
He was in despair,
Better to die than to shit,
This isn’t a life for anyone.
He ended his life,
To heaven he went next,
It was on a winter day (break).
And in the arms of the Lord, (oh my beautiful ladies)
He said to him with love: "Go shit in hell!
And in the arms of the Lord,
He said to him with love: "Go shit in hell!"