Paroles et traduction César Oliveira - Na Forma

Na Forma

Bota na forma esses beiçudo Tio Florêncio
Que a indiada nova é contratada do patrão
E o João Cabelo capataz da estância velha
Cedo reparte a cavalhada pros seus peão
Forma cavalo grita o velho na mangueira
E uma gateada mete as patas no sebruno
Grita pra o Juca escorado na tronqueira
Tu que é pachola, tira as cosca do lobuno
Me passa as garra neste ruano negro Adão
Que te garanto é de aparta briga de faca
De freio em punho, fala mansa um castelhano
"Deija pra mim esse tubiano anca de vaca"
Pega essa preta que é égua pronta Juvenal
Doce de boca lá pras bandas da argentina
Toma cuidado no bancar ela no freio
Pois se der volta abre a perna e sai de cima

Fica prá ti o João capincho o colorado
Toma cuidado que ele é louco de baldoso
Vem bem a trote quando vê derruba orelha
Coiceia um cusco e sem demora esconde o toso
Esta cabana doradilha frente aberta
Que pra laçar é bem serena e de confiança
Pega guri tapeia o chapéu na testa
Só livra a sanga que no resto ela é bem mansa
De cacho atado onde a maruca prende o grampo
Vai a peonada pra tirar o gado da grota
A trotezito assoviando uma milonga
Dando pra ver o furo da sola da bota
Mas refugaram o mouro pampa marca Z
Até o Firmino que é ginete tipo bicho
Só porque é torto nega o estrivo e se boleia
E ainda por cima sente cosca no rabicho

Bota na forma esses beiçudo Tio Florêncio
Bota na forma esses beiçudo Tio Florêncio

Get in Shape

Get in shape, you thick-lipped Uncle Florencio
That the young Indians are hired by the boss
And João Cabelo is the foreman of the old ranch
Early morning, he divides the horses among his peons
Line up the horses, shouts the old man in the corral
And a crawling foal puts its feet in the trough
He shouts to Juca, leaning against the manger
You lazybones, remove the scabs from the wolf
Pass me the reins of this black chestnut stallion Adam
I guarantee he is a real fighter
With a bridle in hand, a Castilian speaks softly
"Leave the black roan with cow's hips to me"
Take the black mare that is ready, Juvenal
Sweet mouth from the lands of Argentina
Be careful when you put the bit in her mouth
Because if she turns, she will open her legs and throw you off

Take the bay capincho for yourself, João
Be careful because he is crazy
He comes at a trot, when he sees you, he throws his ears back
He kicks like a donkey and quickly hides the blow
This little golden-brown filly with an open forehead
Is very calm and reliable for roping
Come on, kid, pull your hat down
Just cross the ditch, otherwise she is very gentle
With the hair tied up where the maruca secures the knot
The peon goes to get the cattle out of the cave
At a trot, whistling a milonga
You can see the hole in the sole of his boot
But they rejected the brown pampa marked Z
Even to Firmino who is a great rider
Because he is crooked, he refuses the stirrup and jiggles around
And on top of that, he feels an itch in his tail

Get in shape, you thick-lipped Uncle Florencio
Get in shape, you thick-lipped Uncle Florencio