Paroles et traduction César Oliveira - O Domador e a Milonga

O Domador e a Milonga

"Na sina de pegar chucros, quando ia caindo a tarde
Nos lábios do domador, uma milonga brotava
Parecia que o bagual, ao receber o bocal
Escutando o assobio, desta marquita, gustava

E se aquietavam mais mansos, os cavalos e as distâncias
O domador tironeava, queixo cruz e ventanias
E a milonga de aporfia, uma saudade amansava

E foram fletes e fletes, e sempre a mesma milonga
Amadrinhando a labuta do domador pelo pago
O domador e a milonga, sovavam saudades e potros
O domador e a milonga, sovavam potros e saudades

O domador e a milonga, todos os dias queriam
Rosetear em vida longa e até os baguais entendiam

No alvorecer da estância, depois de vários galopes
Cruzando várzea e coxilha, roçando as patas do potro
Se embalavam esta copla, até os cachos das flexilhas

Trotezito campo a fora, um talareio de esporas
Orquestrava um milongueio, e um pingaço já de freio
Vinha mascando a coscorra, pra dar compasso ao floreio

E foram fletes e fletes e sempre a mesma milonga
Amadrinhando a labuta do domador pelo pago
O domador e a milonga sovavam saudades e potros
O domador e a milonga sovavam potros e saudades

Numa manhã de setembro, muy diferente das outras
Se olvidou de sua coplita, e aquela potra bonita
Que se arrasta num lançante, roda e quebra o domador

No silêncio deste instante, se foram peão e potra
Pra alguma estância do além, mas a milonga porém
Continuou viva ao relento, pois seguiu na voz do vento
Tiflando no corredor, um funeral campesino
Tironeando a saudade de um domador

E foram fletes e fletes e sempre a mesma milonga
Amadrinhando a labuta do domador pelo pago
O domador e a milonga sovavam saudades e potros
O domador e a milonga sovavam potros e saudades."

The Horse Trainer and the Milonga

"In the fate of taming colts, when the afternoon fell upon the land
A milonga sprouted on the horsetrainer's lips
It seemed like the untamed, upon receiving the bit
Hearing his whistle, this little song, would taste it

And they'd grow stiller, more docile, the horses and the distances
The horsetrainer would tug and pull, wind and chin held high
And the milonga, with its insistence, would tame a longing

And there were colts and colts, and always the same milonga
Guiding the horsetrainer's toil through the countryside
The horsetrainer and the milonga kneaded longings and colts
The horsetrainer and the milonga kneaded colts and longings

The horsetrainer and the milonga, every day they wished
To meander through a long life, and even the colts understood

At the break of dawn on the estancia, after many a gallop
Crossing meadows and hills, grazing the colt's hooves
They rocked this verse, even the tassels of the spring grasses

Trot, trot out into the countryside, a jangling of spurs
Orchestrating a milonga, and a colt, already bridled
Came chomping on the bit, to keep time with the flourish

And there were colts and colts, and always the same milonga
Guiding the horsetrainer's toil through the countryside
The horsetrainer and the milonga kneaded longings and colts
The horsetrainer and the milonga kneaded colts and longings

One September morning, quite unlike the others
He forgot his little song, and that beautiful filly
Who reared up in a sudden burst, spun around, and threw the horsetrainer

In the silence of that instant, both man and filly were gone
To some estancia in the beyond, but the milonga, however
Continued to live in the open air, for it journeyed on in the voice of the wind
Whistling in the corridor, a campesino funeral
Yearning for a horsetrainer

And there were colts and colts, and always the same milonga
Guiding the horsetrainer's toil through the countryside
The horsetrainer and the milonga kneaded longings and colts
The horsetrainer and the milonga kneaded colts and longings."