Paroles et traduction Mauro Moraes - Abrindo Cancha

Abrindo Cancha

Quando um chão batido campeiro
Mete um pandeiro na charla
A cordeona incha a garupa
Despeona e lá vai pedrada
A guitarra arranca guanxuma
Donde se apruma a rodada
Deixando a alma maneada
Nas coplas de cincha atada

Quando a gauchada se agarra
As garras sabem o ofício
De aperta as bocona ao tranco
D'um rasguidão correntino
Balconero me serve um liso
Num compassão de fronteira
Que eu trago as balda grongueira
Pra acolherá um cambicho

Bamo atropelando cambada
Abrindo cancha em campanha
Donde saímo dos cueros
Com os perro toreando Pampa
E a la gandaia o gaiteiro
Com a redomona nos braços
Reboleia o verso pra um pealo
Entre o violão e o cavalo

Gauchona toca essa naba
Com as vaca no corredor
Dando bote em pingo dágua
Com o mate por fiador
Bamo desdomando as ilhera
Donde cochila os botão
Com os calavera no bico
Hora botando envido
Hora cantando flor

Bamo atropelando cambada
Abrindo cancha em campanha
Donde saímo dos cueros
Com os perro toreando Pampa
E a la gandaia o gaiteiro
Com a redomona nos braços
Reboleia o verso pra um pealo
Entre o violão e o cavalo

Bamo atropelando cambada
Abrindo cancha em campanha
Donde saímo dos cueros
Com os perro toreando Pampa
E a la gandaia o gaiteiro
Com a redomona nos braços
Reboleia o verso pra um pealo
Entre o violão e o cavalo

Abrindo Cancha

When a battered ground, gaucho,
Puts a tambourine in the chat,
The accordion swells the saddle,
Buckles up and there goes the stone,
The guitar tears the guanxuma,
Where the round is lined up,
Leaving the soul bound
In verses tied to the cinch.

When the gauchos hold on,
Their claws know the trade,
Squeezing their mouths to the thud
Of a Correntino strumming,
Balconero, bring me a plain,
In the rhythm of the border,
That I bring the hungover grongueira
To welcome a cambicho.

Let's trample, guys,
Opening the arena in the countryside,
Where we come out of the hides,
With the dogs herding the Pampas,
And the bagpiper, partying it up,
With the redomona in their arms,
Spinning the verse for a throw,
Between the guitar and the horse.

Gauchona, my dear, play that naba,
With the cows in the corridor,
Taking a sip of water,
With the mate as a guarantor,
Let's break the marshes,
Where the buttons doze,
With the skulls in their beaks,
Now betting on an envido,
Now singing flowers.

Let's trample, guys,
Opening the arena in the countryside,
Where we come out of the hides,
With the dogs herding the Pampas,
And the bagpiper, partying it up,
With the redomona in their arms,
Spinning the verse for a throw,
Between the guitar and the horse.

Let's trample, guys,
Opening the arena in the countryside,
Where we come out of the hides,
With the dogs herding the Pampas,
And the bagpiper, partying it up,
With the redomona in their arms,
Spinning the verse for a throw,
Between the guitar and the horse.