Paroles et traduction João Bosco - O Rancho Da Goiabada

O Rancho Da Goiabada

Os bóias-frias
Quando tomam umas biritas
Espantando a tristeza
Sonham com bife-a-cavalo
Batata-frita e a sobremesa

É goiabada, cascão com muito queijo
Depois café, cigarro e um beijo
De uma mulata chamada
Leonor ou Dagmar

Amar, o rádio de pilha, o fogão jacaré
A marmita, o domingo o bar
Onde tantos iguais se reúnem
E contando mentiras
Pra poder suportar

Ai, são pais-de-santo, paus-de-araras são passistas
São flagelados, são pingentes, balconistas
Palhaços, marcianos, canibais, lírios, pirados
Dançando dormindo de olhos abertos à sombra
Da alegoria dos faraós embalsamados

Os bóias-frias
Quando tomam umas biritas
Espantando a tristeza
Sonham com bife-a-cavalo
Batata-frita e a sobremesa

É goiabada, cascão com muito queijo
Depois café, cigarro e um beijo
De uma mulata chamada
Leonor ou Dagmar

Amar, o rádio de pilha, o fogão jacaré
A marmita, o domingo o bar
Onde tantos iguais se reúnem
E contando mentiras
Pra poder suportar

Ai, são pais-de-santo, paus-de-araras são passistas
São flagelados, são pingentes, balconistas
Palhaços, marcianos, canibais, lírios, pirados
Dançando dormindo de olhos abertos à sombra
Da alegoria dos faraós embalsamados

The Goiabada Ranch

The migrant workers
When they drink a few beers
To chase away the sadness
They dream of steak-and-eggs
French fries, and for dessert

Goiabada, cascão with lots of cheese
Then coffee, a cigarette and a kiss
From a mulatto girl named
Leonor or Dagmar

To love, the battery-powered radio, the jacaré stove
The lunchbox, Sunday at the bar
Where so many equals gather
And tell lies
To make it bearable

Oh, they're voodoo priests, scarlet macaws are samba dancers
They're refugees, they're hangers-on, they're sales clerks
Clowns, Martians, cannibals, lilies, weirdos
Dancing, sleeping, with their eyes open, in the shade
Of the allegory of the embalmed pharaohs

The migrant workers
When they drink a few beers
To chase away the sadness
They dream of steak-and-eggs
French fries, and for dessert

Goiabada, cascão with lots of cheese
Then coffee, a cigarette and a kiss
From a mulatto girl named
Leonor or Dagmar

To love, the battery-powered radio, the jacaré stove
The lunchbox, Sunday at the bar
Where so many equals gather
And tell lies
To make it bearable

Oh, they're voodoo priests, scarlet macaws are samba dancers
They're refugees, they're hangers-on, they're sales clerks
Clowns, Martians, cannibals, lilies, weirdos
Dancing, sleeping, with their eyes open, in the shade
Of the allegory of the embalmed pharaohs