Текст и перевод песни Amália Rodrigues - Ai Chico Chico

Ai Chico Chico

De chapéu às três pancadas
E cachené ao pescoço
O Chico nas ramboiadas
Punha o bairro em alvoroço

É uma cidade onde voa
O tempo ingrato consigo
E o fado que é seu castigo
Todas as noites o entoa
Naquele velho postigo
D′onde namora lisboa

Ai Chico Chico, do cachené
Quem te viu antes e quem te vê
Ai Chico Chico, do cachené
Quem te viu antes e quem te vê

Em tosca mesa de pinho
Tem sardinheiras num jarro
Uma botija com vinho
E um Santo António de barro

Junto ao velho cachené
E uns calções à marialva
Guarda o leque verda-malva da cigana Salomé
Por quem chico na Aqualva
Numa tasca armou banzé

Ai Chico Chico, do cachené
Quem te viu antes e quem te vê
Ai Chico Chico, do cachené
Quem te viu antes e quem te vê

Na parede entre dois pares
De bandarilhas vermelhas
A jaqueta de alamares
E o chicote das parelhas
Lá tem o cinto e o barrete

Que ornamentam mesmo à entrada
A cabeça embalsemada do famoso Ramalhete
Que lhe deu luta danada
Numa pega em Alcochete

Ai Chico Chico, do cachené
Quem te viu antes e quem te vê
Ai Chico Chico, do cachené
Quem te viu antes e quem te vê

Quando a saudade visita
E há mais sal na sua vida
Tira dum saco de chita
Uma guitarra partida

Depois de um copo de vinho
Seus olhos são toutinegras
Ai tornam-se negras, negras
As melenas cor de arminho
E ali com todas as regras
Chorando, canta baixinho

Ai Chico Chico, do cachené
Quem te viu antes e quem te vê
Ai Chico Chico, do cachené
Quem te viu antes e quem te vê

Ai Chico Chico, do cachené
Quem te viu antes e quem te vê
Ai Chico Chico, do cachené
Quem te viu antes e quem te vê
Ai Chico Chico, do cachené
Quem te viu antes e quem te vê
Ai Chico Chico, do cachené
Quem te viu antes e quem te vê
Ai Chico Chico, do cachené
Quem te viu antes e quem te vê
Ai Chico Chico, do cachené
Quem te viu antes e quem te vê
Ai Chico Chico, do cachené
Quem te viu antes e quem te vê

Oh Chico Chico

In a hat with its brim turned up,
And a scarf around his neck,
Chico, in his swagger,
Set the neighborhood in a frenzy

In a city where time flies by
Unkind to him,
And fado, which is his torment,
He sings it every night
At that old window,
From where he gazes at Lisbon

Oh Chico Chico, of the scarf,
Who would have seen you before and who sees you now?
Oh Chico Chico, of the scarf,
Who would have seen you before and who sees you now?

On a rough pine table
There are sardines in a jar
A jug with wine
And a clay statue of Saint Anthony

Next to an old scarf
And some striped pants
He keeps the blue-green fan of the gypsy Salomé,
For whom Chico created a stir
In a tavern in Aqualva.

Oh Chico Chico, of the scarf,
Who would have seen you before and who sees you now?
Oh Chico Chico, of the scarf,
Who would have seen you before and who sees you now?

On the wall between two pairs
Of red banderillas,
A bullfighting jacket
And the whip for the team.
There's a belt and a cap

Which adorn the entrance,
The stuffed head of the famous Ramalhete,
Who fought a hard match with him
At a bullfight in Alcochete.

Oh Chico Chico, of the scarf,
Who would have seen you before and who sees you now?
Oh Chico Chico, of the scarf,
Who would have seen you before and who sees you now?

When nostalgia calls
And there is more salt in his life
He takes out of a calico bag
A broken guitar.

After a glass of wine
His eyes turn black,
Oh they become black, black,
His ermine-colored hair.
And there, with all the rules,
Weeping, he sings softly.

Oh Chico Chico, of the scarf,
Who would have seen you before and who sees you now?
Oh Chico Chico, of the scarf,
Who would have seen you before and who sees you now?

Oh Chico Chico, of the scarf,
Who would have seen you before and who sees you now?
Oh Chico Chico, of the scarf,
Who would have seen you before and who sees you now?
Oh Chico Chico, of the scarf,
Who would have seen you before and who sees you now?
Oh Chico Chico, of the scarf,
Who would have seen you before and who sees you now?
Oh Chico Chico, of the scarf,
Who would have seen you before and who sees you now?
Oh Chico Chico, of the scarf,
Who would have seen you before and who sees you now?
Oh Chico Chico, of the scarf,
Who would have seen you before and who sees you now?