Paroles et traduction Baitaca - Encontrei a Marculina - Ao Vivo

Encontrei a Marculina - Ao Vivo

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 alerta, 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 c'o 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

I Found Marculina - Live

I decked myself out, put some hair pomade on my hair
Shined my thirty-eight and went to the corner tavern
I arrived and went inside, it was full of women
A dim light, like a fog
Where there was a dark-skinned woman with long legs and a tiny waist
I'm blunt, but I'm on the lookout, I went to check it out up close
It was the black woman Marcolina

She smiled with joy when she saw it was me
Swaying, she said to me: -How good that you showed up
Because I'm burning up, put your hand on my body!
She started taking off her clothes, she was as naked as the day she was born
She latched onto a striptease pole, which surprised me
And this woman is tough, I asked about the drink
That Pedro Bica gave you

I tapped my hat and ordered them to play a xote
And the black woman Marcolina grabbed onto my neck
She danced, shaking herself to spite everyone else
For a while, she danced well, then, we trotted
Like a bucking mare, she even reared up
But today, I'll stop your tricks, I'm not crazy
And with me, you'll miss your shot

I became the boss of the tavern with that hot black woman
She bit the bit in her mouth, worse than a fired-up geisha
She stuck to my neck, my leg, straddling me
She dragged me to the room, it was almost dawn
She complained that Pedro Bica hadn't done anything to her
She whined until sunrise, I was left with weak legs
But the woman was exhausted