O Rei da Cana

On the highway that goes to Goiânia, on route one fifty-three
It was at a roadside gas station, I'll tell you what I witnessed
A passing lady mistreated a courteous young man
And at the gas station diner, without delay I approached

To hear whose side was right, at that moment I listened to the conversation
It was a young man arriving on foot, walking along the shoulder
And the lady claiming to be rich, in a strange behavior
Seeing him dirty and torn, she used a heavy argument

She said this is not a pigsty, for a pig to ask for food
I now want to voice my protest, because I detest seeing a disgusting man
The young man's response was calm: Miss, pay attention
Because my journey on foot, has a deep explanation

I come from distant lands to fulfill a serious mission
My little son was sick, science couldn't find a solution
To you, madam, I tell the truth, I'm going to Trindade out of devotion
I've come from Ribeirão Preto, walking for several weeks

By a miracle my son was healed, I didn't have profane luck
I'm a faithful promise keeper and you're mistaken about me
My nickname is not pig, in the mountainous region
I don't want to sound conceited, but I'm known as the king of sugarcane

A thousand acres of planted sugarcane, just in one of the properties
I also have a sugar mill, lots of luxury and freedom
But that doesn't take away my right to show you charity
I'll ask the divine saint, when I arrive on foot in Trindade
To fill your heart with understanding and plenty of humility