Paroles et traduction Fabio Soares - Baile de Pedro

Baile de Pedro

Esses dias fui num baile
Era dia santo de rei
Regulava dez da noite
Quando por lá eu cheguei
Era um baile só de Pedro
Conforme me informei
E já tinha tanto Pedro
Da onde saiu, não sei

O porteiro desse baile
Era o tal Pedro Pimenta
E logo já foi chegando
O senhor Pedro Tormenta
Que escutou do porteiro
"Tu paga a cota e enfrenta
É um baile só de Pedro
Se não for Pedro não entra"

Cada Pedro que chegava
Trazia sua família
Por isso as prendas do baile
Eram tudo esposa ou filha
Não tinha nome bem certo
Salete, Mara, Marília
Sendo parente de Pedro
Não precisava cartilha

E eu já fiquei encostado
Pensando por ali
Como é que eu ia fazer
Pra poder me divertir
Fui e disse pro porteiro
"Me chamo Pedro Orli"
Eu nunca tinha mentido
Fui obrigado a mentir

Logo que entrei na sala
Deu uma briga só de Pedro
Brigou tal de Pedro Bairro
Com o senhor Pedro Macedo
Tinha o tal de Pedro Dança
Que surrou Pedro Segredo
E eu encolhido num canto
Quase morrendo de medo

Era o Pedro Celestino
Cantando com o violão
Mais o Pedro Joverci
E na gaita o Pedro Bastião
Valsa, chotes e rancheira
Vaneras e vanerão
Tocavam uma atrás da outra
Nem bola pras confusão

Foi então que o Pedro Bronca
Com fama de valentão
Provocou Pedro Bodega
Já se deram uns empurrão
O Pedro do Reduzino
Tava caído no chão
Pisaram tudo por cima
Do Pedrinho do Adão

Já fazia duas horas
Que a briga tava fervendo
Tapa por cima de tapa
E eu só me defendendo
Por que sou de fazer verso
De brigar eu não entendo
E acredito que tem Pedro
Que até hoje está correndo

Pedro's Dance

The other day I went to a dance
It was Three Kings Day
It was about ten o'clock at night
When I got there
It was a dance just for Pedros
Like I was informed
And there were already so many Pedros
Where they came from, I don't know

The doorman at this dance
Was that Pedro Pimenta
And soon enough he arrived
Sir Pedro Tormenta
Who said to the doorman
"You pay your dues and get in
It's a dance just for Pedros
If you're not a Pedro, you don't get in"

Every Pedro who arrived
Brought his family
That's why the prizes at the dance
Were all wives or daughters
Didn't have real names
Salete, Mara, Marília
Being related to a Pedro
Didn't need a literacy primer

And I was left outside
Thinking to myself
How I was going to get in
So I could have some fun
I went and said to the doorman
"My name is Pedro Orli"
I had never lied before
I was forced to lie

As soon as I entered the hall
There was a fight between just Pedros
Pedro Bairro fought with
Sir Pedro Macedo
There was that Pedro Dança
Who beat up Pedro Segredo
And I, cowering in a corner
Almost dying of fear

It was Pedro Celestino
Singing with a guitar
With Pedro Joverci
And Pedro Bastião on the accordion
Waltzes, polkas, and rancheras
Vaneras and vanerão
They played one after the other
Ignoring the chaos

It was then that Pedro Bronca
With a reputation as a tough guy
Provoked Pedro Bodega
And they shoved each other
Pedro do Reduzino
Was lying on the floor
They stepped all over
Pedrinho do Adão

It had been two hours
The fight was boiling over
Slap after slap
And I was just defending myself
Because I am a poet
I don't know how to fight
And I believe there are Pedros
Who are still running today