Aquele Crente

You see that believer, my friend
Has no house to live in, no car to go out
New clothes to wear, good shoes to put on
But talk to him, my friend
Feel what happiness is, for him everything is fine
There's no crisis, no pleasure, peace and freedom

When he has some money left, he says Jesus is good
When everything is missing, he says it's a trial
He keeps fighting, keeps winning, whether it's cold or hot
He says glory to God in joy or in affliction
He says Jesus is good, brave, faithful
His business is with God and his goal is heaven

You see that believer, my friend
He's a bricklayer's helper
He works hard, the job is heavy
But he sings all day long
But talk to him, my friend
Feel what joy is, there's no tiredness that stops him
Going to church is going to a party, that's why he goes every day

You see that man, my friend
He's a rich farmer, drives an imported car
Cattle farm, he's a partner and banker
But talk to him, my friend
Feel closely the sadness, without Jesus there's no money
That translates happiness, it's no use being a banker