Paroles et traduction João Bosco - Foi-se o Que Era Doce

Foi-se o Que Era Doce

Me descaderei de tanto xaxá
No bobó de noivado da fia do Ribamar
Vi quando cheguei as moça de lá
Cuzinhando uns inhame com os óio de arrevirá
Buzanfã de flor, chulapa de mel
E a covanca soprando um sussurro descido do céu
Tinha gago, anão, gente de azar
Com a espinhela caída
Pedindo pro inhame estala

Jabaculê, virge, espetacular
Assunto assim às veis é mió calar
Mas des'que eu provei do bobó
Eu to roxo pra comentar
Sanfona, guitarra, batuque, berreiro e veja você
O vira-desvira o caminho da roça e o balance
Inhame e bobó, frango asado, cus-cus e maracujá
Puçanga, cobreiro, retreta, jarguete e tamanduá
Foguete beijando as estrêla e as moça lá

Zé pinguilim, Chico do pincel!
Paqueraro Lazinha que era muié de Xexéu
Serafim três perna resolveu chiá
Pois muié não é farinha que vai pra onde venta
Deu-se um sururú de saculejá
Tudo dando e levando
Enquanto sem se mancar
Pedro gargarejo com a mão no manjar
Preparava um caldinho pra noiva gargareja

Jabaculê,.

Fui acudi um que tava no chão
Tomei uma no ouvido de adevorvê o pirão
Foi um cimitério, foi um carnaval
De paixões confundidas quem é que tira a moral
Pra ser sem-vergonha, basta ser decente
E quem vende saúde, possivelmente é doente
Foi-se o que era doce, ninguém quer contar
Quanto macho afinou-se na festa do Ribamar

Foi-se o Que Era Doce

I apologize for all the nonsense
At the engagement party of Ribamar's daughter
When I arrived, I saw the local girls
Cooking yams with their eyes wide open
Flowers blooming, honey dripping
And the breeze whispering a message from heaven
There were stutters, dwarfs, and unlucky people
With their spines tingling
Begging for the yams to explode

Oh, my dear! It was spectacular
Sometimes it's best to keep such things to ourselves
But ever since I tasted that stew
I've been dying to share it
Accordion, guitar, drums, shouts, and look at that
The winding path through the countryside and the swaying
Yams and stew, roasted chicken, couscous, and passion fruit
Magic, snakes, a marching band, jargon, and anteaters
Fireworks kissing the stars and the girls there

Zé Pinguilim, Chico do Pincel!
Paqueraro Lazinha, who was Xexéu's wife
Serafim Three-Legs decided to get angry
Because a woman is not flour that blows in the wind
There was a commotion, a shaking
Everyone giving and taking
While without noticing
Pedro Gargarejo, with his hand in the dish
Prepared a little broth for his bride, Gargareja

Oh, my!

I went to help someone who was on the floor
I got hit in the ear so hard, I almost puked up my stew
It was a graveyard, it was a carnival
Of confused passions, who could find the moral?
To be shameless, just be decent
And those who sell health are probably sick themselves
The sweetness is gone, no one wants to tell
How many men got laid at Ribamar's party