Lyrics and translation Tchê Barbaridade - A Gaita do Belizário

A Gaita do Belizário

Quando me lembro dos pagos nos dias de castração
O laço corria frouxo, o mate de mão em mão
O touro brabo berrava pra se escapar do peão
Mas a faca castradeira fazia o serviço no chão

Me lembro da tia Picucha que era surda de um ouvido
Andava sempre brigando com um fogão velho entupido
Chegava de meio-dia tava tudo a resorvidô
Servia pra peonada cuião de touro cozido

Enquanto os homem comiam a véia ficava em pé
Gritava de vez em quando: "se sirvam quando quiser"
Não usem de cerimônia, tem mais cuião pra quem quer
Se já comeram a vontade, agora é a vez das muié!

E as filhas da Laudelina gostavam de uma brincadeira
Dançavam com todo mundo no surungo a noite inteira
E a gaita do Belizário com o fole qual uma peneira
Levantava a saia delas no balanço da vaneira

E as filhas da Laudelina gostavam de uma brincadeira
Dançavam com todo mundo no surungo a noite inteira
E a gaita do Belizário com o fole qual uma peneira
Levantava a saia delas no balanço da vaneira

Belizário's Accordion

When I remember the places I visited in the days of castration
The lasso was loose, the mate was passed from hand to hand
The wild bull bellowed, trying to escape the cowboy
But the castrating knife did its job on the ground

I remember Aunt Picucha, who was deaf in one ear
She was always arguing with an old, clogged stove
By noon, everything was resolved
She served the cowboys boiled bull's testicles

While the men ate, the old woman stood up
She yelled every now and then: "Help yourselves whenever you want"
Don't worry about being polite, there are more testicles for anyone who wants them
If you've already eaten to your heart's content, now it's the women's turn!

And Laudelina's daughters loved to joke around
They danced with everyone in the corridor all night long
And Belizário's accordion, with its bellows like a sieve
Lifted up their skirts as they danced the vaneira

And Laudelina's daughters loved to joke around
They danced with everyone in the corridor all night long
And Belizário's accordion, with its bellows like a sieve
Lifted up their skirts as they danced the vaneira