Paroles et traduction César Oliveira - Ao Presentear um Cavalo

Ao Presentear um Cavalo

Tem estrelas nas retinas, e o pêlo da cor da aurora
Nas crinas fachos de luz, não precisa mango, espora
Com a paz das aves do campo, tranqueando sobre o milhal
Reflete a cara no açude, por sobre o sol da manhã

Traz a prece num bufido, bate a pata, escarva o chão
Como quem busca uma veia, na aguada do coração

Dom Libanho, passa as garras, alça a perna no gateado
Que uma saudade maleva, já me leva engarupado
Dom Libanho, passa as garras, alça a perna no gateado
Que uma saudade maleva, já me leva engarupado

Ao presentear um cavalo, a alma inteira se embala
São carinhos num regalo, que abanam lenços e palas
Me falará mais o frio, que a boeira iluminada
Ao ver o cocho vazio, e a cocheira abandonada

Dom Libanho, passa as garras, alça a perna no gateado
Que uma saudade maleva, já me leva engarupado
Dom Libanho, passa as garras, alça a perna no gateado
Que uma saudade maleva, já me leva engarupado

Se a Ritita me contou, teus cuidados pra salvá-lo
Retumba um eco de pampa, das patas deste cavalo
No silêncio do potreiro, tem olhar entristecido
Qual sorçal nas taquareiras, campeando um canto no olvido

Dom Libanho, passa as garras, alça a perna no gateado
Que uma saudade maleva, já me leva engarupado
Dom Libanho, passa as garras, alça a perna no gateado
Que uma saudade maleva, já me leva engarupado

Give Him a Horse

His retinas have stars, and his coat the color of dawn
His mane has streaks of light, he doesn't need a whip or spurs
With the peace of the birds in the countryside, prancing over the cornfield
His face reflects in the pond, under the morning sun

He prays with a snort, paws the ground, and digs
Like someone searching for a vein, in the depth of his heart

Dom Libanho, put on the spurs, lift your leg on the saddle
A nasty longing already has me up on his back
Dom Libanho, put on the spurs, lift your leg on the saddle
A nasty longing already has me up on his back

When you give a horse as a gift, your whole soul is moved
They're a token of affection, that flutters scarves and hats
The cold will speak to me more than the glowing mist
To see the empty trough and the abandoned stable

Dom Libanho, put on the spurs, lift your leg on the saddle
A nasty longing already has me up on his back
Dom Libanho, put on the spurs, lift your leg on the saddle
A nasty longing already has me up on his back

If Ritita told me, your care to save him
An echo of the pampas resounds from the hooves of this horse
In the silence of the pasture, he has a saddened look
Like the sorcerer in the bamboo, watching over a song in oblivion

Dom Libanho, put on the spurs, lift your leg on the saddle
A nasty longing already has me up on his back
Dom Libanho, put on the spurs, lift your leg on the saddle
A nasty longing already has me up on his back