Bom Partido [English translation]

Oh I asked my Saint Anthony

To find me a love like that

Handsome, rich, with a house, a car and eyes

Eyes just to look at me

I must have asked softly

And my saint misheard me

He brought me a nearsighted and skinny man

Without a license nor outfit

Oh I asked my Saint Barbara

For a good flash of lightening that

Would scathe a person

And transform him into at least a

Wise, cultured, divine man

But the bolt hit him wrong

And he ended up speaking nicely

Stuff, like that, you know and such

A good husband is

Just like religion

And so you have people that believe

In a saint

And others that don't

A good husband is

Just like religion

And so you have people that believe

In a saint

And others that don't

Oh I asked Saint Expeditus

To send him to Pluto

But there was a misunderstanding

And an ET was shipped in

He touched the person with his finger

And nothing remained the same

Every curse was made of fine gold

Every time I spoke badly

Oh I asked Saint Patience

He is not the one I wanted but

I guess I'll make the sacrifice

Somebody has to do it, right

But the saint who isn't a saint

She tried to help out

Tried to make a miracle

And now he is who he is

A good husband is

Just like religion

And so you have people that believe

In a saint

And others that don't

A good husband is

Just like religion

And so you have people that believe

In a saint

And others that don't

A good match is

Just like religion

And so you have people that believe

In a saint

And others that don't

• Artist:Deolinda
• Album:Outras Histórias