Paroles et traduction José Cláudio Machado - Décima do Potro Baio

Décima do Potro Baio

Eu sai pela fronteira ver negocios de importancia
E pra ver se me ajustava de capataz numa estancia
Cheguei la e me ajustei onde havia uma potrada
Onde tinha um bagual baio respeitado pela peonada

Baio das venta resgada carunchado dos curnilho
Foi o que mais me agradou para sentar meu lombilho
Para encilhar o venta rasgada custou uma barbaridade
Baixou a cabeça na estancia foi levantar na cidade

Da estancia para a cidade regulava a legua e meia
Onde o baio se acalmou foi na venda do Gouveia
Eu apaeei la no Gouveia pra tomar uns tragos de vinho
Depois belisquei o baio desde a marca "inté" o focinho

Este Baio corcoveada mesmo que boi tafoneiro
Pois ja estava acostumado a corcovear o dia inteiro
Bombeei pro oitão do rancho, vi uma prenda me espiando
E o baio nao via nada e continuava corcoveando

Menina, minha menina me agarra se nao eu caio
Eu ja venho "assunfocado" com o balanço deste baio
Uma espora sem roseta e a outra sem papagaio
Se as duas tivessem boas, o que seria deste baio

Quase arrebentei um pulso e as duas canas do braço
Deixei o baio bordado de tanto espora e mangaço
Um dia deixei a estancia e fui cumprir minha sina
Mas o baio ficou manso "inté" pro celim de china

Trotting Bay's Tenth

Went out by the border to see some business of great significance
And perhaps find myself a foreman's position on a estancia
Arrived there and fit myself where there was a horse corral
Where there was a bay horse respected by the hands

Bay horse, nostrils flared, scarred on the top of its horns
It was the one I liked most for putting on my saddlebag
It was hard to saddle the flared-nostrilled one, it took an eternity
It lowered its head on the estancia, only to lift it in the city

From the estancia to the city was about a league and a half
Where the bay calmed down was in Gouveia's tavern
I dismounted there at Gouveia's to have a few glasses of wine
Then I pinched the bay from the brand "until" the muzzle

This bay bucks like a buffalo
As it's used to bucking all day long
I charged up to the ranch porch, a lovely maiden was watching me
And the bay couldn't see anything and kept bucking

My dear, my dear, hold on to me, or I'm going to fall off
I'm already out of breath from the rocking of this bay
One spur without a star and the other without a parrot
If both had been good, what would have become of this bay

I almost broke a wrist and both the bones in my arm
I left the bay embroidered from spurring and whipping
One day I left the estancia and went to keep my promise
But the bay was mild even for a woman's saddle