Paroles et traduction Joca Martins - Baldas de Potro Cuiudo

Baldas de Potro Cuiudo

O bagual mouro resolveu me experimentar
Em seguida de montar, quando campeava um estribo
Mas que eu me lembre, o homem comanda o cavalo
E o resto é pura bobagem criada pra vender livro

O bagual mouro resolveu me experimentar
Em seguida de montar, quando campeava um estribo
Mas que eu me lembre, o homem comanda o cavalo
E o resto é pura bobagem criada pra vender livro

Bagual tranquilo nunca tinha corcoveado
De rédea andava costeado, já no ponto de enfrenar
Deve ter sido por causa do vento norte
Se arrastou batendo forte com ganas de me sacar

Deve ter sido por causa do vento norte
Se arrastou batendo forte com ganas de me sacar

E as nazarenas que eu não carrego de enfeite
Resolveram provar os dentes tenteando a força na perna
O que se passa na cabeça de um matungo
Que agarra nojo do mundo e do tento que lhe governa?

Pegou na volta com cacoetes de aporreado
Mas já que me encontro estribado e ainda por cima de lua
Me fui na boca, caiu sentado na cola
Já que frequenta minha escola da velha Doma Charrua

Levei os ferro e enredei o quero-quero
Cavalo que eu considero, respeita o índio campeiro
Deu mais uns talho e viu que se topou mal
Seguiu mascando o bocal num trote bueno e ordeiro

Fiquei pensando com as rédeas por entre os dedos
Nos mistérios e segredos desse ofício macanudo
Se um flete em manso, debalde se queda atado
Deve ser obra do Diabo ou baldas de potro cuiudo

Se um flete manso, debalde se queda atado
Deve ser obra do diabo ou baldas de potro cuiudo

E as nazarenas que eu não carrego de enfeite
Resolveram provar os dentes tenteando a força na perna
O que se passa na cabeça de um matungo
Que agarra nojo do mundo e do tento que lhe governa?

Pegou na volta com cacoetes de aporreado
Mas já que me encontro estribado e ainda por cima de lua
Me fui na boca, caiu sentado na cola
Já que frequenta minha escola da velha Doma Charrua

Da velha Doma Charrua

Saddle of a Stubborn Horse

The dark horse decided to show me his mettle
As soon as I mounted, one foot barely in the stirrup
But if my memory serves me, man leads the horse
The rest is just nonsense meant to sell books

The dark horse decided to show me his mettle
As soon as I mounted, one foot barely in the stirrup
But if my memory serves me, man leads the horse
The rest is just nonsense meant to sell books

The docile horse had never bucked before
He always walked with ease, ready to be bridled
Maybe it was because of the north wind
He tossed his head violently, trying to throw me off

Maybe it was because of the north wind
He tossed his head violently, trying to throw me off

And the spurs that I don't wear for show
Determined to test their sharpness on my legs
What goes through the mind of a nag
That decides to rebel against the world and the bit that guides it?

He went into a frenzy, acting like a wounded animal
But since I'm well-balanced and confident
I went for the bit, and he sat down on his haunches
Since he attends my school of traditional gaucho horsemanship

I took the reins and tied the cheek straps
A horse I respect respects the gaucho cowboy
He gave a few more bucks and realized he'd met his match
He continued chewing the bit, trotting gently and obediently

I thought about it, holding the reins in my hands
About the mysteries and secrets of this wonderful trade
If a gentle horse remains tied for no reason
It must be the Devil's work or the tricks of a stubborn horse

If a gentle horse remains tied for no reason
It must be the Devil's work or the tricks of a stubborn horse

And the spurs that I don't wear for show
Determined to test their sharpness on my legs
What goes through the mind of a nag
That decides to rebel against the world and the bit that guides it?

He went into a frenzy, acting like a wounded animal
But since I'm well-balanced and confident
I went for the bit, and he sat down on his haunches
Since he attends my school of traditional gaucho horsemanship

Of traditional gaucho horsemanship