Lyrics and translation Wilson Paim - Poncho Molhado

Poncho Molhado

Poncho molhado olhar na tropa e no horizonte
Vai o tropeiro devagar estrada afora
A chuva encharca está chovendo desde "onteontem"
Vai dentro d′alma essa demora
Irmão do gado ele se sente nessa hora
E o seu destino também vai nesse reponte
Igual a tropa nesse tranco estrada afora
Sempre encharcado de horizontes
A tropa segue devagar fugindo tonta
Talvez pressinta que seu fim é o matadouro
E o tropeiro entristecido se dá conta
Que o boi é bicho, mas tem alma sob o couro
Que o boi é bicho mas, tem alma sob o couro
Que o boi é bicho mas, tem alma sob o couro
Que o boi é bicho mas, tem alma sob o couro

Irmão do gado ele se sente nessa hora
E o seu destino também vai nesse reponte
Igual a tropa nesse tranco estrada afora
Sempre encharcado de horizontes
A tropa segue devagar fugindo tonta
Talvez pressinta que seu fim é o matadouro
E o tropeiro entristecido se dá conta
Que o boi é bicho, mas tem alma sob o couro
Que o boi é bicho, mas tem alma sob o couro
Que o boi é bicho, mas tem alma sob o couro
Que o boi é bicho, mas tem alma sob o couro
Que o boi é bicho, mas tem alma sob o couro
Que o boi é bicho, mas tem alma sob o couro
Que o boi é bicho, mas tem alma sob o couro
Que o boi é bicho, mas tem alma sob o couro

Wet Slicker

Wet slicker, eyes on the herd and the horizon
The cowboy goes slowly down the road
Rain is drenching, it's been raining since yesterday
Delay sinks into his soul
Brother of the cattle, he feels it in this hour
And his destiny also goes in this stalk
Like the herd in this slow walk down the road
Always soaked with horizons
The herd follows slowly, running away in a daze
Perhaps it senses that its end is the slaughterhouse
And the saddened cowboy realizes
That the ox is an animal, but it has a soul under its hide
That the ox is an animal, but it has a soul under its hide
That the ox is an animal, but it has a soul under its hide
That the ox is an animal, but it has a soul under its hide

Brother of the cattle, he feels it in this hour
And his destiny also goes in this stalk
Like the herd in this slow walk down the road
Always soaked with horizons
The herd follows slowly, running away in a daze
Perhaps it senses that its end is the slaughterhouse
And the saddened cowboy realizes
That the ox is an animal, but it has a soul under its hide
That the ox is an animal, but it has a soul under its hide
That the ox is an animal, but it has a soul under its hide
That the ox is an animal, but it has a soul under its hide
That the ox is an animal, but it has a soul under its hide
That the ox is an animal, but it has a soul under its hide
That the ox is an animal, but it has a soul under its hide
That the ox is an animal, but it has a soul under its hide