Paroles et traduction Cezar & Paulinho - Chico Mulato

Chico Mulato

Na volta daquela estrada, em frente aquela encruzilhada
Todo ano a gente via, lá no meio do terreiro
A imagem do padroeiro, São João da Freguesia
De um lado tinha a fogueira, e em redor, a noite inteira
Tinha caboclo violeiro, e uma tal de Terezinha
Cabocla bem bonitinha, sambava nesse terreiro

Era noite de São João, tava tudo no serão
Tava Ramão, o cantador, quando foi de madrugada
Saiu com Tereza pra estrada, talvez, confessar seu amor
Chico Mulato era o festeiro, caboclo bão, violeiro
Sentiu frio seu coração, rancou da cinta o punhá
E foram os dois se encontrar, era o rival, seu irmão

Hoje na volta da estrada, em frente aquela encruzilhada
Ficou tão triste o sertão, por causa da Terezinha
Essa tal de caboclinha, nunca mais teve São João

Tapera de beira de estrada
Que vive assim descoberta
Por dentro não tem mais nada
Por isso ficou deserta

Morava Chico Mulato
O maior dos cantador
Mas quando Chico foi embora
Na vila ninguém mais sambou
Morava Chico Mulato
O maior dos cantador

A causa dessa tristeza
Sabida em todo lugar
Foi a cabocla Tereza
Com outro ela foi morar

E o Chico, acabrunhado
Largou então de cantar
Vivia triste e calado
Querendo só se matar
E o Chico, acabrunhado
Largou então de cantar

Emagrecendo o coitado
Foi indo inté se acabar
Chorando tanta saudade
De quem não quis mais voltar

E todo mundo chorava
A morte do cantador
Não tem batuque, nem samba
Sertão inteiro chorou
E todo mundo chorava
A morte do cantador

Brigado

Chico Mulato

On the return of that road, in front of that crossroads
Every year we saw, in the middle of the square
The image of the patron saint, John the Baptist of the Parish
On one side there was the bonfire, and around it, the whole night long
There were Indian musicians, and a girl named Terezinha
A very pretty Indian girl, who danced in that square

It was Saint John's Day night, everybody was celebrating
There was Ramão, the singer, when it was early morning
He went out with Tereza to the road, maybe, to confess his love
Chico Mulato was the party organizer, a good Indian, a musician
His heart felt cold, he pulled the knife from his belt
And the two went to meet, it was his rival, his brother

Today on the return of the road, in front of that crossroads
The wilderness became so sad, because of Terezinha
That little Indian girl, never had a Saint John's Day party again

A roadside shack
That is always exposed
There's nothing more inside it
That's why it became deserted

Chico Mulato lived there
The greatest of the singers
But when Chico left
Nobody danced in the village anymore
Chico Mulato lived there
The greatest of the singers

The cause of such sadness
Is known everywhere
It was the Indian girl Tereza
She went to live with someone else

And Chico, heartbroken
Then stopped singing
He lived sad and silent
Wanting only to kill himself
And Chico, heartbroken
Then stopped singing

The poor fellow was getting thinner
Until he was gone
Crying so much for missing
The one who didn't want to come back

And everybody cried
For the death of the singer
There is no drum, no samba
The whole wilderness cried
And everybody cried
For the death of the singer

Thank you