Текст и перевод песни Baitaca - Baile de Bugio

Baile de Bugio

Certa feita ganhei um convite
Meio sem limite, pra ir num fandango
Me trajei de bombacha e guaiaca
De revólver e faca, lenço, espora e mango
Encilhei o meu pingo aragano
E, por ser veterano, eu pra lá fui chegando
Só escutava barulho de bota
E quando olhei na porta
Era bugio dançando

Perguntei pra evitar o cambicho
Se em baile de bicho se pagava entrada
Ele disse, quem manda sou eu!
E já me respondeu que não pagava nada
Só se em baile tem que ser direito
Com todo o respeito até clarear o dia
Mas, porém eu te faço um pedido
Aqui é proibido apertar bugia

E o fandango era bem animado
Num bugio largado de gaita e violão
Este baile me deu pouca renda
Fui tirar uma prenda e levei um carão
Dei-lhe um tapa na pobre bugia
Começou a folia e findou a brincadeira
Era tapa, coice e garrafaço
Facada e balaço, bordoada e rasteira

Fui dar um passo e me inlhei nos tamancos
E já no ferro branco me senti cortado
Eu no meio naquele sufoco
Já com o meu corpo todo ensanguentado
Era adaga, facão e porrete
Pedrada e cacete naquele extravio
Nem que tenha churrasco no espeto
Nunca mais me meto em baile de bugio

Bugio Dance

Once I received an invitation
Somewhat without limits, to go to a fandango
I dressed in bombachas and a guaiaca
With a revolver, knife, handkerchief, spurs and mango
I saddled my lazy horse
And, as a veteran, I went there
I could only hear the sound of boots
And when I looked at the door
It was bugios dancing

I asked to avoid the confusion
If you had to pay to enter a party of animals
He said, I'm in charge!
And he answered me that I didn't have to pay
If the party was going to be proper
With all the respect until dawn
But, however, I have a request
Here it is forbidden to squeeze bugias

And the fandango was very lively
With a big bugio playing the accordion and the guitar
This dance did not give me much luck
I went to get a prize and got a scowl
I slapped the poor bugia
The party started and the fun ended
It was slaps, kicks and bottles
Knifings and shots, beatings and tackles

I took a step and slipped on the clogs
And I felt myself cut in the white iron
Me in the middle of that suffocation
With my whole body bloodied
It was daggers, machetes and clubs
Stones and truncheons in that chaos
Not even if there is a barbecue on a spit
I will never go to a bugio dance again