Текст и перевод песни Chico Teixeira - No Rancho Fundo

No Rancho Fundo

No rancho fundo
Bem pra lá do fim do mundo
Onde a dor e a saudade
Contam coisas da cidade
No rancho fundo
De um olhar triste e profundo
Um moreno canta as mágoas
Tendo os olhos rasos d'água
Pobre moreno
Que de tarde no sereno
Espera a lua no terreiro
Tendo um cigarro por companheiro
Sem um aceno
Ele pega na viola
E a lua por esmola
Vem pro quintal desse moreno
No rancho fundo
Bem pra lá do fim do mundo
Nunca mais houve alegria
Nem de noite, nem de dia
Os arvoredos
Já não contam mais segredos
E a última palmeira
Já morreu na cordilheira
Os passarinhos
Hibernaram-se nos ninhos
De tão triste esta tristeza
Cobre de trevas a natureza
Tudo porque
Só por causa do moreno
Que era grande, hoje é pequeno
Pra uma casa de sapê
Os passarinhos
Hibernaram-se nos ninhos
De tão triste esta tristeza
Cobre de trevas a natureza
Tudo porque
Só por causa do moreno
Que era grande, hoje é pequeno
Pra uma casa de sapê
De sapê No rancho fundo

Deep in the Ranch

My darling, in the deep ranch,
Far beyond the end of the world,
Where pain and longing,
Tell of the city's ways,
In the deep ranch,
In your eyes, a profound sadness,
You sing of your sorrows, my love,
Your eyes welling up with tears,
My poor darling,
In the afternoon's tranquility,
You wait for the moon in the open field,
With a cigarette as your only companion.
Without a whisper,
You pick up the guitar,
And the moon, as if in sympathy,
Descends into the yard of my dear.
In the deep ranch,
Far beyond the end of the world,
Joy has ceased to exist,
Neither by night nor by day.
The trees,
No longer whisper secrets,
And the last palm tree,
Has withered away in the mountains.
The birds,
Have taken refuge in their nests,
Such is the profound sadness,
That nature is shrouded in darkness.
All because,
Because of you, my dear,
Who once towered high, but now,
Have been reduced to a humble hut.
The birds,
Have taken refuge in their nests,
Such is the profound sadness,
That nature is shrouded in darkness.
All because,
Because of you, my dear,
Who once towered high, but now,
Have been reduced to a humble hut,
A thatched hut, in the deep ranch.