Paroles et traduction Os Serranos - La Gamarra

La Gamarra

De olor a tierra mojada
Se perfumó la mañana
Se alborotan los potreros
Señal que se viene el água

Conocedor por baquiano
El viento trae sus majadas
Delas cuchillas del cielo
Derechito pa' las casas

Vuelan buscando refugio
Los pájaros en bandadas
Y un griterío de teros
Embarulló la jornada

San Pedro arrasta as cadeiras
Pra preparar o fandango
Santa Bárbara, te peço
Pra ver o céu clareando

A água que bebe o sol
Do rio, arroio e canhadas
O vento a traz de volta
Pra renovar as aguadas

É tudo tão natural
Tão frágil e tão perfeito
Que se chega a romper
Ninguém faz do mesmo jeito

Voam buscando refúgio
Pássaros em debandada
E o grito do quero-quero
Prenunciando a chuvarada

São Pedro arrasta as cadeiras
Pra preparar o fandango
Santa Bárbara, te peço
Pra ver o céu clareando

San Pedro arrasta as cadeiras
Pra preparar o fandango
Santa Bárbara, te peço
Pra ver o céu clareando

San Pedro arrasta as cadeiras
Pra preparar o fandango
Santa Bárbara, te peço
Pra ver o céu clareando

San Pedro arrasta as cadeiras
Pra preparar o fandango
Santa Bárbara, te peço
Pra ver o céu clareando

San Pedro arrasta as cadeiras
Pra preparar o fandango
Santa Bárbara, te peço
Pra ver o céu clareando

San Pedro arrasta as cadeiras
Pra preparar o fandango
Santa Bárbara, te peço
Pra ver o céu clareando

La Gamarra

It smells like land dampened by the rain
This morning is scented with rain from the clouds
The pastures are getting lively
Sign that the water is coming

As one that knows by instinct
The wind brings the flocks of birds
From the blade of the sky
Straight to the houses

The birds fly looking for refuge
In flocks
And a cry from the lapwings
Embroiled the day

Saint Peter drags the chairs
To prepare the fandango
Saint Barbara, I ask you
To see the sky clearing away

The water that the sun drinks
From the river, stream and gullies
The wind takes it back
To renew the water holes

It is all so natural
So fragile and so perfect
That it ends up breaking
No one does it the same way

They fly searching for shelter
Birds in flocks
And the cry of the lapwing
Announcing the downpour

Saint Peter drags the chairs
To prepare for the fandango
Saint Barbara, I ask you
To see the sky clearing up

Saint Peter drags the chairs
To prepare for the fandango
Saint Barbara, I ask you
To see the sky clearing up

Saint Peter drags the chairs
To prepare for the fandango
Saint Barbara, I ask you
To see the sky clearing up

Saint Peter drags the chairs
To prepare for the fandango
Saint Barbara, I ask you
To see the sky clearing up

Saint Peter drags the chairs
To prepare for the fandango
Saint Barbara, I ask you
To see the sky clearing up

Saint Peter drags the chairs
To prepare for the fandango
Saint Barbara, I ask you
To see the sky clearing up