Paroles et traduction Maria Alcina - 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, cuscuz e maracujá
Puçanga, cobreiro, retreta, jarguete e tamanduá
Foguete beijando as estrela 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 cemitério, 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.

It Was Once Sweet

I'll have to do some belly dancing
At the engagement party of Ribamar's daughter
When I got there I saw the local girls
Cooking some yams with their eyes wide open
Jasmine flowers, honey melons
And the wind whispering sweet nothings from heaven
There were stutters, dwarfs, and unlucky people
With their spines all bent
Begging for the yams to pop

Jabaculê, virgin, spectacular
Sometimes it's best to keep quiet about things like this
But ever since I tasted that stew
I've been bursting to tell you about it
Accordion, guitar, drums, yelling and see there
The country road dances and sways
Yams and stew, roasted chicken, couscous and passion fruit
Witchcraft, snakes, parades, nonsense and anteaters
Fireworks kissing the stars and those girls there

Zé pinguilim, Chico do pincel!
The flirtatious Lazinha who was Xexéu's wife
Three-legged Serafim decided to run away
Because a woman is not like flour that goes wherever the wind blows
There was a terrible fight
Everyone was hitting and kicking
While without noticing
Pedro gargarejo with his hand in the food
Was making a broth for his bride gargareja

Jabaculê,...

I went to help someone who was on the floor
And I got hit in the ear with a blow that sent my brain flying
It was like a funeral, it was like a carnival
Of confused passions, who can make sense of it
To be shameless, you just have to be decent
And whoever sells health is probably sick
It was once sweet, but no one wants to talk about it
How many men lost their way at Ribamar's party.