Rei Dos Canoeiros

Sunday afternoon, I was really idle
I invited my companion to go fishing in the lagoon
We took the casting net, oh, we went fishing by canoe

I took my gear to have a good fishing
I set off calmly, paddling my canoe
Every stroke I took, oh, it rocked the bow

I went down the river, paddling my canoe
The canoe was tearing, the board was tilting
I saw the heron from afar, oh, it flies close

The river was rising, I approached the canoe
I entered a backwater, I came out to another lagoon
Stirring that mud, oh, where the painted fish gather

To catch good fish, we sweat
I throw timbó in the water, stunning the fish
I cast the net, shout, oh, the dorados gather