Paroles et traduction Joca Martins - Na Baixada do Manduca

Na Baixada do Manduca

Lá na baixada do manduca hai reboliço de china
Três guitarras orientales e uma gaita correntina
E o biriva rio-grandense com toadas lisboínas

E dê-lhe mate pelos cantos no compasso da chamarra
Entra Juca, sai Manduca dê-lhe cordeona e guitarra
E dê-lhe mate pelos cantos no compasso da chamarra
Entra Juca, sai Manduca dê-lhe cordeona e guitarra

O chinaredo lá da estância se a prepara já faz dias
Segundo sia Basilícia vai trazer várias famílias
Pra escutar o Dom Ortaça e o gaiteiro Malaquias
E o cantor da Bossoroca que canta com galhardia

E dê-lhe mate pelos cantos no compasso da chamarra
Entra Juca, sai Manduca dê-lhe cordeona e guitarra
E dê-lhe mate pelos cantos no compasso da chamarra
Entra Juca, sai manduca dê-lhe cordeona e guitarra

Jaguarão Chico e Vichadeiro já alvorotou a peonada
Do caseiro ao capataz todos de bota ensebada
E o careca Zaragosa nem liga pras gineteada

E dê-lhe mate pelos cantos no compasso da chamarra
Entra Juca, sai Manduca dê-lhe cordeona e guitarra
E dê-lhe mate pelos cantos no compasso da chamarra
Entra Juca e sai Manduca dê-lhe cordeona e guitarra

A prendinha Ana Luiza, filha do nosso patrão
Já encargou água de cheiro vinda de outro rincão
E um delantal colorado partido de sua opinião

E dê-lhe mate pelos cantos no compasso da chamarra
Entra Juca, sai Manduca dê-lhe cordeona e guitarra
E dê-lhe mate pelos cantos no compasso da chamarra
Entra Juca, sai Manduca dê-lhe cordeona e guitarra

E dê-lhe mate pelos cantos no compasso da chamarra
Entra Juca, sai Manduca dê-lhe cordeona e guitarra
E dê-lhe mate pelos cantos no compasso da chamarra
Entra Juca, sai Manduca dê-lhe cordeona e guitarra

The Big Bash at Manduca's Rancho

At the rancho where the river runs, honey, there's a party in the works
Three guitars from the Orient, and some pipes from Argentina
And a fiddle from Rio Grande, playing tunes from Lisbon

And they're serving up some mighty fine mate, with a beat that'll make you dance
Come on, honey, take my hand, let's get lost in the music
And they're serving up some mighty fine mate, with a beat that'll make you dance
Come on, honey, take my hand, let's get lost in the music

The gauchos from the countryside, they've been getting ready for days
I heard from Basilícia that she's bringing several families
To hear Dom Ortaça play, and Malaquias on the pipes
And the singer from Bossoroca, his voice is like pure gold

And they're serving up some mighty fine mate, with a beat that'll make you dance
Come on, honey, take my hand, let's get lost in the music
And they're serving up some mighty fine mate, with a beat that'll make you dance
Come on, honey, take my hand, let's get lost in the music

Jaguarão Chico and Vichadeiro, they've got the cowboys all excited
From the ranch hand to the foreman, they're all wearing their finest boots
And that bald old Zaragosa, he won't miss a single horse race

And they're serving up some mighty fine mate, with a beat that'll make you dance
Come on, honey, take my hand, let's get lost in the music
And they're serving up some mighty fine mate, with a beat that'll make you dance
Come on, honey, take my hand, let's get lost in the music

Ana Luiza, the boss's pretty daughter, she's already ordered perfume
From some faraway land, and a crimson apron that she just loves
And the caretakers and the capatáz, they're all worked up over the party

And they're serving up some mighty fine mate, with a beat that'll make you dance
Come on, honey, take my hand, let's get lost in the music
And they're serving up some mighty fine mate, with a beat that'll make you dance
Come on, honey, take my hand, let's get lost in the music

And they're serving up some mighty fine mate, with a beat that'll make you dance
Come on, honey, take my hand, let's get lost in the music
And they're serving up some mighty fine mate, with a beat that'll make you dance
Come on, honey, take my hand, let's get lost in the music