Paroles et traduction Os Serranos - Namoro de Sítio

Namoro de Sítio

Aí está o namoro de sítio
O que sempre termina em casamento

Tendo horizonte nos olhos, dava estrada pro pingo
Perfumava o melena porque sempre era domingo
Apeava num bolicho dava adeus ao bolicheiro
Já pedia uma pura e umas palhas pro palheiro

Namoro de sítio era só aos domingos
Não é que nem os namoros de hoje que o genro velho
Namora todo dia da semana
E até mora com o sogro já

Virava a canha nos queixos já me olhavam com espanto
Pedia mais uma pura, deixava a paga pro santo
Já montava à cavalo rumo a estância do Seu Bento
Saia cortando estrada dando rédea ao pensamento

Quando o genro velho montava a cavalo só saía pensando naquilo
No casamento, é claro

Dez e meia eu chegava, a prenda abria o portão
O sogro me recebia alegre estendendo a mão
Vá apeando companheiro, desencilhe no galpão
E depois passe pra dentro pra tomar um chimarrão

Logo que o genro chegava, o sogro velho gente buena dizia
Passe pra dentro, companheiro
Largue a égua no potreiro
E a sogra dava as boas vindas
Ai, que alegria, vem entrando meu genro, a casa é nossa

Meio dia no almoço, um churrasco de patrão
Me convidavam pra mesa com toda satisfação
De tarde ia pra sala a sogra um doce servia
Cafezinho não demora já o sogro prevenia

Depois daquele mundo de carne no churrasco o sogro velho dizia
Agora pode pensar o namoro, chirro velho, mas lá na sala
E olha os modos
E a sogra velha em seguida já se preparando
Começava a servir os doces e alegre
Já vou indo

E lá vinha a sogra velha com uma tigela de sagu
Vinha doce de leite, doce de gila
Docinho seco então, bah, um horror
Merengue, branquinho, negrinho, pé de moleque
Aliás, pé de moleque com pouco amendoim
É, verdade
Se não o genro velho ficava muito nervoso
Perigava queria ir embora

Lá pelas tantas daquele mundo de doce, o genro dizia
Minha sogra, coisa engraçada
Que que houve? Não acredito, tá passando mal?
Vamo fazer o seguinte
Lá no fundo do pé de laranjeira
Cuidado, mas o cachorro tá amarrado, não tem problema
Não, não, não é nada disso
Ah, não é isso?
Não, eu só ia dizer pra senhora que os seus doces tão melhor até
Que os da minha mãe
Bobagem sua, antes do casamento é tudo assim
Depois que casa, sogra não é parente, é castigo

A tarde inteira ficava fazendo planos com a prenda
De um dia nos casarmos e morarmos na fazenda
Volta e meia sem aviso na sala o sogro entrava
Pra falar de qualquer coisa, sobre o tempo perguntava

Depois disso a sogra pedia licença
Pra mode lavar a louça
Com licença, meu genro
Meu véio vai tirar uma sesta e eu vou lavar a louça

E lá se ia a sogra véia pra cozinha faceira
Enquanto isso, o genro velho
Pela primeira vez pegava na mão da prenda
Ficava mais ou menos uma meia hora
De mão dada só pensando em que conversar

Lá pelas tantas de sopetão ele dizia
A moça reparou que eu tô de bota nova?
Já, credo, como é peludo, e que cano comprido

Vendo que tava agradando
O genro velho deu de mão assim por trás do sofá
E quando encostou o dedo no ombro da prenda, perguntou
A moça tá gostando?
Tô adorando, tá me dando uma cosca'
Sai, vai arrebentar meu porquinho

Enquanto isso a sogra lavando a louça
Cantava alegre os sucessos do momento
E com essa cantoria toda acordava o sogro velho
Que ia lá na sala e dava uma tossida bem forte e dizia
Mas será que chove, meu genro?
Se chove, eu não sei, mas eu sou aprevenido
Trouxe guarda chuva e deixei armado na porta
Vai botar essa coisa armada lá pra fora

Quando ia escurecendo da prenda eu me despedia
Dando um beijo escondido, aos velhos agradecia
Encilhava o meu cavalo, saia num trote lento
Este é o namoro de sítio que termina em casamento

Countryside Courtship

There it is, the countryside courtship
The one that always ends in marriage

With the horizon in my eyes, I gave my horse its head
I perfumed my mane because it was always Sunday
I dismounted at the general store, said goodbye to the shopkeeper
I ordered a shot of cachaça and some straw for the barn

Countryside courtship was only on Sundays
It's not like today's courtships where the old son-in-law
Courts every day of the week
And even lives with his father-in-law already

I turned my hat on my chin, they were already looking at me with surprise
I asked for another shot, left the payment for the saint
I mounted my horse, heading to Seu Bento's ranch
Cutting through the road, giving rein to my thoughts

When the old son-in-law mounted his horse, he only left thinking about that
About the wedding, of course

At half past ten I arrived, my sweetheart opened the gate
Her father greeted me happily, extending his hand
Come dismount, partner, unsaddle in the shed
And then come inside for some chimarrão

As soon as the son-in-law arrived, the kind old father-in-law would say
Come inside, partner
Leave your mare in the pasture
And the mother-in-law would welcome me
Oh, what joy, come in my son-in-law, the house is yours

Midday lunch, a barbecue fit for a boss
They invited me to the table with complete satisfaction
In the afternoon, I went to the living room, the mother-in-law served sweets
Coffee won't be long, the father-in-law would warn

After that world of meat at the barbecue, the old father-in-law would say
Now you can think about courting, old boy, but there in the living room
And mind your manners
And the old mother-in-law, getting ready
Would start serving the sweets and cheerfully say
I'm coming

And there came the old mother-in-law with a bowl of sagu
There was doce de leite, quince paste
Dried sweets, oh, a horror
Meringue, white, brown, peanut brittle
By the way, peanut brittle with few peanuts
Yeah, true
Otherwise, the old son-in-law would get very nervous
He might want to leave

After all that world of sweets, the son-in-law would say
My mother-in-law, funny thing
What happened? I don't believe it, are you feeling sick?
Let's do this
There at the bottom of the orange tree
Careful, but the dog is tied up, no problem
No, no, it's nothing like that
Ah, it's not that?
No, I was just going to tell you that your sweets are even better
Than my mother's
Nonsense, before marriage it's all like that
After you get married, a mother-in-law isn't a relative, she's a punishment

I spent the whole afternoon making plans with my sweetheart
To get married one day and live on the farm
Every now and then, without warning, her father would come into the living room
To talk about anything, he would ask about the weather

After that, the mother-in-law would ask for permission
To go wash the dishes
Excuse me, my son-in-law
My old man is going to take a nap and I'm going to wash the dishes

And there went the old mother-in-law to the kitchen, happy
Meanwhile, the old son-in-law
For the first time, he took my sweetheart's hand
He stayed for about half an hour
Holding hands, just thinking about what to talk about

Suddenly, he said
Did you notice I'm wearing new boots?
Yes, my goodness, how hairy, and what a long shaft

Seeing that he was pleasing her
The old son-in-law reached behind the sofa
And when he touched my sweetheart's shoulder with his finger, he asked
Do you like it?
I'm loving it, it's giving me goosebumps
Get out of here, you're going to break my piggy bank

Meanwhile, the mother-in-law washing the dishes
Cheerfully sang the hits of the moment
And with all that singing, she woke up the old father-in-law
Who went to the living room and coughed loudly and said
Is it going to rain, my son-in-law?
If it rains, I don't know, but I'm prepared
I brought an umbrella and left it by the door
Go put that thing outside

When it was getting dark, I said goodbye to my sweetheart
Giving her a hidden kiss, I thanked the old folks
I saddled my horse, left at a slow trot
This is the countryside courtship that ends in marriage