Paroles et traduction Octavio Cardozzo - Baleia

Baleia

Explode o lindeiro arromba o muro a força um serafim
Crianças mortas, cacos, velhos, restos de mulheres, mães
Galinhas, homens
Jovens escolares em uniformes de padrão sangue
Fumaça e gente explodem fiascos
Faíscas de coisas e pedaços ãos
Morenas mulheres tostam feito astros
E esses tostam feito homens que são

Três rachaduras na parede de barro
Traz o pigarro, a sede

Baleia já morreu de fome
E a gente come o cachorro na ceia

E espera a garoa que voa pra longe
E a gente é de onde?

Na tiborda imenda tapa o fundo
O foguin esquenta o mantimento
E os graozin sao pouco, minha mae
Traz caneco dagua praumentá

Água vem da vala, beira cerca
Se tem mato arranca e faz foguera
Que de dia o sol rebenta a terra
E de noite o frio assola a nuca

Três rachaduras na parede de barro
Traz o pigarro, a sede

Baleia já morreu de fome
E a gente come o cachorro na ceia

E espera a garoa que voa pra longe
E a gente é de onde?

Na tiborda imenda tapa o fundo
O foguin esquenta o mantimento
E os graozin sao pouco, minha mae
Traz caneco dagua praumentá

Água vem da vala, beira cerca
Se tem mato arranca e faz foguera
Que de dia o sol rebenta a terra
E de noite o frio assola a nuca

Seja sempre boa, minha filha
Que assim um dia o pai do céu
Não deixa comida a ti faltar

Whale

Explode the boundary, break down the wall, a seraph by force
Dead children, broken pieces, old people, remnants of women, mothers
Chickens, men
Young schoolchildren in standard blood uniforms
Smoke and people explode into flasks
Sparks of things and pieces of hands
Brunette women toast like stars
And these toast like the men they are

Three cracks in the mud wall
Brings the cough, the thirst

Whale has already died of hunger
And we eat the dog at supper

And wait for the drizzle that flies away
And where do we come from?

Patch the bottom of the tub
The oven is warming up the food
And the grains are little, my mother
Bring a jug of water to drink

Water comes from the ditch, at the edge of the fence
If there are weeds, pull them out and make a bonfire
Because during the day the sun bursts the earth
And at night the cold pierces the nape of the neck

Three cracks in the mud wall
Brings the cough, the thirst

Whale has already died of hunger
And we eat the dog at supper

And wait for the drizzle that flies away
And where do we come from?

Patch the bottom of the tub
The oven is warming up the food
And the grains are little, my mother
Bring a jug of water to drink

Water comes from the ditch, at the edge of the fence
If there are weeds, pull them out and make a bonfire
Because during the day the sun bursts the earth
And at night the cold pierces the nape of the neck

Always be good, my daughter
So that one day the father in heaven
Will never let food be absent from you