Paroles et traduction Dudu Nobre - Singelo Menestrel

Singelo Menestrel

Grande festa, grande festa no barraco do nego João
Pandeiro, cavaco, viola sob a luz do lampião
Grande festa (grande festa no barraco do nego João)
Pandeiro, cavaco, viola sob a luz do lampião
De alegria dona Maria chorava
Para o bebê que nascia aquela gente cantava
Mesmo a pouco leite, a pouco pão
Aquele bebê foi crescendo
Vencendo as barreira desse mundo cão
Fascinado por pandeiro, cavaquinho e violão
Com suave sinfonia do piano do patrão
Aquele neguinho que andava descalço na rua e ao léu
Assoviando Beethoven, Chopin, porém preferindo Noel
Foi assim se transformando num singelo menestrel
(Aquele neguinho que andava descalço na rua e ao léu)
(Assoviando Beethoven, Chopin, porém preferindo Noel)
(Foi assim se transformando num singelo menestrel)
No barraco ou na favela, pra esquecer o desamor
Escrevendo à luz de vela mais uma canção de amor
Grande festa (grande festa no barraco do nego João)
(Pandeiro, cavaco, viola sob a luz do lampião)
Grande festa (grande festa no barraco do nego João)
(Pandeiro, cavaco, viola sob a luz do lampião)
De alegria dona Maria chorava
Para o bebê que nascia aquela gente cantava
Mesmo a pouco leite, a pouco pão
Aquele bebê foi crescendo
Vencendo as barreira desse mundo cão
Fascinado por pandeiro, cavaquinho e violão
Com suave sinfonia do piano do patrão
Aquele neguinho que andava descalço na rua e ao léu
Assoviando Beethoven, Chopin, porém preferindo Noel
Foi assim se transformando num singelo menestrel
(Aquele neguinho que andava descalço na rua e ao léu)
(Assoviando Beethoven, Chopin, porém preferindo Noel)
(Foi assim se transformando num singelo menestrel)
No barraco ou na favela pra esquecer o desamor
Escrevendo à luz de vela mais uma canção de amor

Singelo Menestrel

My Darling, at Joao's shack, there's a big, big party going on
Under the lantern's light, there's tambourine, cavaquinho, and viola
My Darling, at Joao's shack, there's a big, big party going on
Under the lantern's light, there's tambourine, cavaquinho, and viola
Maria, the mother, cries with joy
For the baby that was born, the people sing
Even with little milk and little bread
That baby grew up
Overcoming the barriers of this cruel world
Fascinated by tambourine, cavaquinho, and guitar
With the gentle symphony of the master's piano
That little black boy who walked barefoot in the streets
Whistling Beethoven, Chopin, but preferring Noel
That's how he became a humble minstrel
(That little black boy who walked barefoot in the streets)
(Whistling Beethoven, Chopin, but preferring Noel)
(That's how he became a humble minstrel)
In the shack or in the favela, to forget the heartbreak
By candlelight, he writes another love song
My Darling, at Joao's shack, there's a big, big party going on
(Tambourine, cavaquinho, viola under the lantern's light)
My Darling, at Joao's shack, there's a big, big party going on
(Tambourine, cavaquinho, viola under the lantern's light)
Maria, the mother, cries with joy
For the baby that was born, the people sing
Even with little milk and little bread
That baby grew up
Overcoming the barriers of this cruel world
Fascinated by tambourine, cavaquinho, and guitar
With the gentle symphony of the master's piano
That little black boy who walked barefoot in the streets
Whistling Beethoven, Chopin, but preferring Noel
That's how he became a humble minstrel
(That little black boy who walked barefoot in the streets)
(Whistling Beethoven, Chopin, but preferring Noel)
(That's how he became a humble minstrel)
In the shack or in the favela, to forget the heartbreak
By candlelight, he writes another love song