Paroles et traduction Maria Gadú - No Rancho Fundo

No Rancho Fundo

No rancho fundo
Bem pra lá do fim do mundo
Onde a dor e a saudade
Contam coisas da cidade...
No rancho fundo
De olhar triste e profundo
Um moreno canta as "mágoas"
Tendo os olhos rasos d'água
Pobre moreno
Que de noite no sereno
Espera a lua no terreiro
Tendo um cigarro por companheiro
Sem um aceno
Ele pega na viola
E a lua por esmola
Vem pro quintal desse moreno
No rancho fundo
Bem pra lá do fim do mundo
Nunca mais houve alegria
Nem de noite nem de dia
Os arvoredos
Já não contam mais segredos
E a última palmeira
Já morreu na cordilheira
Os passarinhos
Hibernaram-se nos ninhos
De tão triste esta tristeza
Enche de trevas a natureza
Tudo porque
Só por causa do moreno
Que era grande, hoje é pequeno
Para uma casa de sapê
Se Deus soubesse
Da tristeza lá da serra
Mandaria lá pra cima
Todo o amor que há na terra
Porque o moreno
Vive louco de saudade
Só por causa do veneno
Das mulheres da cidade
Ele que era
O cantor da primavera
E que fez do rancho fundo
O céu maior que tem no mundo
Se uma flor desabrocha
E o sol queima
A montanha vai gelando
Lembra o cheiro da morena

In a Remote Ranch

In a remote ranch
Far beyond the end of the world
Where sadness and longing
Tell stories of the city...
In a remote ranch
With a sad and deep gaze
A dark-skinned man sings of "sadness"
With eyes full of tears
Poor dark-skinned man
Who waits for the moon in the cold night air
In the ranch's yard
With a cigarette as his companion
Without a gesture
He takes up his guitar
And the moon, in exchange for a prayer
Comes into the ranch's yard to be with the dark-skinned man
In a remote ranch
Far beyond the end of the world
Never again was there happiness
Not by night nor by day
The trees
No longer tell any secrets
And the last palm tree
Has already died in the mountains
The little birds
Have hibernated in their nests
From such great sadness
Nature is filled with darkness
All because of
Only because of the dark-skinned man
Who was tall, but is now short
For a house made of straw
If God knew
Of the sadness in the mountains
He would send from above
All the love that exists on Earth
Because the dark-skinned man
Lives mad with longing
Only because of the poison
Of the women in the city
He who was
The singer of the spring
And who made the remote ranch
The greatest sky in the world
If a flower blooms
And the sun burns
The mountain turns cold
He remembers the brunette's scent