Текст и перевод песни César Oliveira - De Vida e Tempo

De Vida e Tempo

Quando tapeio o meu sombreiro sobre a nuca
O coração me cutuca, bate forte igual cincerro
Sinto que o sangue pulsa mais forte nas veias
Parece que me arrodeia o assombro de Martin Fierro

Me criei solto, correndo pelo banhado
Gritando forte com o gado, nos dias de lida bruta
No batoví, extraviei sonhos e mágoas
Que se olvidaram com as águas, das cheias do reculuta

(Cortei caminhos em culatras e fiadores
Erguendo penas e amores, num grito largo de venha
Rondei recuerdos em noites de calmarias
Aclimatando invernias na minha pampa surenha)

Trago nos tentos poncho emalado e saudade
De um tempo que foi verdade e a cada aurora rebrota
A vida passa e a mala suerte se adoça
Depois que a espora faz mossa no contra forte da bota

Nasci num rancho, quinchado de Santa Fé
Sou de junco e aguapé, caraguatá e japecanga
Sou do Rio Grande, meu pago retrata a estampa
De touro que afia a guampa nos cacurutos da sanga

Of Life and Time

When I put on my hat on the back of my neck
My heart beats fast, like a strong bell
I feel the blood pulsing in my veins
The astonishment of Martin Fierro surrounds me

I grew up free, running through the marsh
Yelling at the cattle, during the hard working days
In the swamps, I lost dreams and sorrows
Which were forgotten with the waters of the floods

(I cut paths in haunches and guarantors
Raising feathers and loves, with a loud cry of come
I rounded up memories in calm nights
Making winter endure in my southern pampas)

I wear in my poncho grief and longing
For a time that was real and that sprouts again every dawn
Life goes by and bad luck becomes sweet
After the spur makes its mark on the side of the boot

I was born in a ranch, on the outskirts of Santa Fe
I am of rush and water lily, caraguatá and japecanga
I am from Rio Grande, my land reflects the image
Of a bull that sharpens its horn on the heights of the stream