Paroles et traduction Baitaca - Encontrei a Marcolina

Encontrei a Marcolina

Me pilchei bem a capricho, passei mocotó nas crina
Engraxei meu trinta e oito e me fui pra tasca da esquina
Cheguei e emboquei pra dentro, tava lotado de china
Uma luz meia embaciada, parecia uma neblina
Onde tinha uma morena pernuda e cintura fina
Sou grosso, mas ando alerto, fui conferir bem de perto
Era a negra Marcolina

Chegou sorrir de contente quando ela viu que era eu
Se reboleando, me disse, que bom que tu apareceu
Porque eu tô pegando fogo, passe a mão no corpo meu
Foi tirando tudo a roupa, ficou igual como nasceu
Se atracou num estrepetis que até me surpreendeu
E essa negra não é mol, perguntei do bebidol
Que o Pedro Bica te deu

Tapeei bem o meu chapéu e mandei que tocasse um xote
E a negra Marcolina se agarrou no meu cangote
Dançava se requebrando pra magoar o resto do lote
Um pouco, dançava bem, outro pouco, nós ia a trote
Que nem égua caborteira, chegava inté dar pinote
Mas, hoje, eu te tiro as manha, que eu não tô crespo de canha
E comigo, tu erra o bote

Fiquei de dono da tasca com aquela negra assanhada
Mordia a perna do freio, pior que gueixa esfogueteada
Se grudou no meu pescoço, na minha perna, acavalada
Foi me arrastando pro quarto já quase de madrugada
Se queixou que o Pedro Bica não tinha lhe feito nada
Nhe-nhemo até sair o Sol, eu fiquei de perna mol
Mas a negra amarrotada

Só usa saia comprida, deixou de mostrar as pernas
E nem tampouco as lanterna, deixou o passado pra trás
Tá tranquila, veve em paz, já se divirtiu que chega
Apaguei o fogo da nega e nem faísca não sai mais
Tomou o teu beiçuda

I Found Marcolina

I dressed up to the max, put pomade in my hair
Oiled up my .38 and went to the tavern around the corner
I walked in and headed inside, the place was packed with working girls
The light was dim, like a fog
Where there was a dark-skinned woman with long legs and a tiny waist
I'm not nosy, but I'm always on the lookout, so I went over to take a closer look
It was the black woman Marcolina

She smiled with delight when she saw it was me
Swaying her hips, she said to me, it's so good you showed up
Because I'm on fire, touch my body
She took off all her clothes, she was naked as the day she was born
She started getting frisky, which surprised me
And this woman is no lightweight, I asked about the drink
That Pedro Bica gave you

I tipped my hat and ordered them to play a xote
And the black woman Marcolina grabbed me by the neck
She danced, swaying her hips, to make the others jealous
Sometimes she danced well, other times we went at a trot
Like a wild horse, she even reared up
But today, I'll tame you, because I'm not afraid of you
And with me, you'll miss the boat

I owned the bar with that horny black woman
She was biting at the bit, worse than a geisha on speed
She clung to my neck, my leg, straddled me
She dragged me to the bedroom at the crack of dawn
She complained that Pedro Bica hadn't done anything to her
Phew, until the sun came up, my legs were weak
But the black woman was worn out

She only wears long skirts now, she doesn't show her legs anymore
And her lanterns are covered up too, she's put the past behind her
She's calm, she's living in peace, she's had her fun
I put out the black woman's fire, and there's not even a spark left
Take that, you big mouth