Dobrando os Pelegos - José Cláudio Machado Übersetzung ins Englische

Dobrando os Pelegos

Me vou a cavalo de mala e cuia e se Deus quiser
Costeando a cerca com a alma presa num chamamé
Me vou a trote no serigote desse gateado
Que embora curto gruda o crinudo no meu costado

Saio garreado de peito inflado abrindo picada
Sujo de terra o mundo nas rédeas chapéu fincado
A volta vem e os calaveras se secam
Tendo por perto os pagos ajenos do outro lado

Devagarzito se afirma o tranco
(Boleando a perna abrindo a goela num Sapucaí)
Devagarzito se afirma o tranco
Boleando a perna abrindo a goela num Sapucaí

Me vou a cavalo de mala e cuia e se Deus quiser
Costeando a cerca com a alma presa num chamamé
Me vou a trote no serigote desse gateado
Que embora curto gruda o crinudo no meu costado

Saio garreado de peito inflado abrindo picada
Sujo de terra o mundo nas rédeas chapéu fincado
A volta vem e os calaveras se secam
Tendo por perto os pagos ajenos do outro lado

Devagarzito se afirma o tranco
Boleando a perna abrindo a goela num Sapucaí
(Boleando a perna abrindo a goela num Sapucaí)
Boleando a perna abrindo a goela num Sapucaí
Boleando a perna abrindo a goela num Sapucaí

Me vou a cavalo de mala e cuia se Deus quiser...

Folding the Skins

I'm leaving on horseback with my saddlebag and calabash, and if God wills
Skirting the fence with my soul captivated by a chamamé
I'm leaving at a trot on the back of this speckled horse
That though small, clings to my side like a shadow

I ride with pride, my chest puffed out, clearing a path
Muddied with the earth in my hands, my hat firmly planted
The journey beckons, and the vultures grow weary
As I draw near to foreign lands on the other side

Slowly but surely, the pace becomes steady
(Swinging my leg, opening my throat in a Sapucaí)
Slowly but surely, the pace becomes steady
Swinging my leg, opening my throat in a Sapucaí

I'm leaving on horseback with my saddlebag and calabash, and if God wills
Skirting the fence with my soul captivated by a chamamé
I'm leaving at a trot on the back of this speckled horse
That though small, clings to my side like a shadow

I ride with pride, my chest puffed out, clearing a path
Muddied with the earth in my hands, my hat firmly planted
The journey beckons, and the vultures grow weary
As I draw near to foreign lands on the other side

Slowly but surely, the pace becomes steady
Swinging my leg, opening my throat in a Sapucaí
(Swinging my leg, opening my throat in a Sapucaí)
Swinging my leg, opening my throat in a Sapucaí
Swinging my leg, opening my throat in a Sapucaí

I'm leaving on horseback with my saddlebag and calabash, if God wills...