Lyrics and translation Os Serranos - Baile da Mariquinha

Baile da Mariquinha

Os Serrenos outra vez por aqui
É um prazer receber vocês no, no galpão criolo
No galpão criolo a gente é de casa
Sempre chega pelos fundos nesse racho amigo

As vezes tô me lembrando do baile da Mariquinha
Do xote velho largado e da rancheira que vinha
Do café de chaleira que a comadre me servia
Farofa e feijão e mexido num a quarta de farinha
A melhor coisa do mundo era o baile da Mariquinha

Chegava os fins de semana, sábado de manhãzinha
Dava, dava, dava aquele reboliço, mexerico de vizinha
As velhas batiam guizo, as moças lá na cozinha
Vai bota o vestido novo Juracema, presente da tua madrinha
Todo mundo se aprumava pro dançar onde? No baile da Mariquinha

E os convidados do baile do baile da mariquinha
Uns a pé e de a cavalo e outros de carreta vinham
E começavam a dançar, não gente grande e pequenina
Ferravam na meia canha com trovas e ladainhas
Muito casamento deu, no baile da Mariquinha

Chegava fim de semana, tia Mariquinha
Ia lá pra porteira esperar os convidado
Tia Marica, velha mais faceira
Do que lambari da sanga

Lá na copa, tia maria era sempre previnida
Tinha rosca de puvilho com café preto
Com açucar amarelo, feijão mechido
E um charquezito bem carregado no sal
Pros convidados e o fandango
Corria frouxo deste jeito
Quando estourava uma peleia
Entra seguraça pra bortar o respeito, tchê

E a segurança do baile era de primeira linha
Tinha, tinha, tinha o zapa no comando
E lá na copa o bijuquinha
E se estourasse a peleia o tio Zapa que atendia
Tirava a indiada lá pra fora e no tapa resolvia
E a alegria continuava no baile da Mariquinha

Mariquinha's Dance

Os Serrenos here again
It's a pleasure to receive you at, at the Creole ranch
At the Creole ranch, we are at home
We always arrive through the back into this friendly shelter

Sometimes I remember Mariquinha's dance
Of the old xote left behind and the rancheira that came
Of the coffee from the kettle that the comadre served me
Farofa and beans and jerky in a quarter of flour
The best thing in the world was Mariquinha's dance

The weekend would arrive, Saturday at dawn
There would be, there would be, there would be that commotion, gossip from the neighbor
The old ladies would rattle their rattles, the girls in the kitchen
Put on your new dress, Juracema, a present from your godmother
Everyone would get ready to dance where? At Mariquinha's dance

And the guests at Mariquinha's dance
Some on foot and on horseback and others came by cart
And they would start dancing, not just the adults and the little ones
They would stumble in the half-court with verses and litanies
Many marriages resulted, at Mariquinha's dance

The weekend would arrive, Aunt Mariquinha
Would go to the gate to wait for the guests
Aunt Marica, the nicest old lady
Than a creek lambari

In the dining room, Aunt Maria was always prepared
She had tapioca rolls with black coffee
With brown sugar, refried beans
And a well-salted piece of jerky
For the guests and the fandango
It flowed loosely like this
When a fight broke out
Enter the security to restore respect, tchê

And the security at the dance was first class
Zapa was in command
And Bijuquinha in the dining room
And if a fight broke out, Uncle Zapa would take care of it
He would take the Indians outside and resolve it with a slap
And the joy would continue at Mariquinha's dance