Peixuxa (The fish's little friend)
(Raul Seixas/Marcelo Motta)

enter through the backdoors
you're an atlantic guy
whale faced, suit and tie

your name is Peixuxa
you're a friend of the fish
rude little person from under the sea

sea, sea, sea, sea

but always smoking a cigar
goes walking in the bottom of the sea
goes to the mediterranean
for you have an appointed meeting,
with the full moon, for a fancy dinner

there are strange hidden people in the world
just like Peixuxa, shorty fat and salty
there are strange people working on the back
they ain't no fish but never die drowned

he is cordial to the fish
waves hello at day time,
waves good night at evening
and if it's not day, nor night
Peixuxa is gently marshy smelly*

mister Peixuxa was once upon a time
called the god of the seas
he still keeps his trident at home
and whenever i see, the oil in the sea
I pray for Peixuxa, to fish those people

* I didn't find a better way to translate this sentence, it's very subjective, and hard to sound well in english, if anyone has a better transl. e-mail me :)

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