Paroles et traduction Tião Carreiro & Pardinho - Minha Vida

Minha Vida

Trago na lembrança quando era criança
Morava na roça gostava da prosa
Do monjolo d'agua, da casa de tábua
Quando o Sol saia invernada eu subia
Pras vaca leiteira eu tocar na mangueira

Fui muleque sapeca levado da breca
Gostava da viola e ainda ia na escola
Eu ia todo dia numa égua tordilha

Com quinze ano de idade mudei pra cidade
Saí da escola era rapazola
Deixei de estuda fui caxeiro num bar
Trinta mil réis por meis pra servi os fregueis
Vendendo cachaça aturando ruaça

Pra mim só foi boa a minha patroa
Vivia amolado com meu ordenado
Trabalhei sete mês recebi só uma vez

Eu num via dinheiro entrei de pedreiro
Pra aprender ofício mas foi um sofriço
Sol quente danado emborsando telhado
As cadera duia eu me arrependia
Mais não tinha jeito era mete os peito

No duro enfrentei não me acostumei
Sou um pouco retaco meu físico é fraco
Só fala no trabalho quase que me desmaio

Tive grande impulso com outro recurso
A viola é tão fácil é só mecher nos traço
Fazê modas boa quando o povo enjoa
Fazê modas dobradas e selecionada
Pras festa que for não passar calor

Evitar de bebe pra voz num perde
Dinheiro no bolso vem com pouco esforço
Neste meu céu de anil divertindo o Brasil

My Life

I remember when I was a child
I lived in the countryside and loved to chat
About the water mill, the wooden house
When the sun would rise, I would climb up
To the milking cows, I would play in the pasture

I was a mischievous boy, a bit wild
I loved the guitar and I still went to school
I would go every day on a piebald mare

At fifteen years old, I moved to the city
I left school, I was a young man
I stopped studying and became a cashier in a bar
Thirty thousand réis a month to serve the customers
Selling cachaça, putting up with the noise

My only good fortune was my boss
I was always annoyed by my salary
I worked for seven months and only got paid once

I couldn't see any money, so I became a bricklayer
To learn a trade, but it was a struggle
Scorching sun, tiling roofs
My hips ached, I regretted it
But there was no other way, I had to stick with it

I couldn't cope with the hard work
I'm a bit short, my physique is weak
Just talking about work makes me almost faint

I had a great idea, with another skill
The guitar is so easy, it's just a matter of fingering the frets
Making good songs when people get bored
Making double and selected songs
For the parties that come, so I don't get too hot

Avoiding drinking so my voice doesn't get lost
Money in my pocket comes with little effort
In this indigo sky of mine, entertaining the country