Текст и перевод песни César Oliveira - Sob As Mangas do Aguaceiro

Sob As Mangas do Aguaceiro

A manga calma se transforma em aguaceiro
O chuvisqueiro desentoca um campomar
Que se tolda em cima dum baio-oveiro
Com meu sombreiro que tombeia ao desaguar

Fecho seis dias que eu lido no alagado
E o banhado já virou um tremendal
Onde é várzea, tornou tudo encharcado
Campo dobrado, vertente de lamaçal

Até a baeta do meu poncho está molhada
Garra ensopada de varar passo e sanga
O galpão virou um varal de arreios
Oreando aperos enchaguados pela manga

O gado berra nostalgeando tempo feio
E a parelha do arreio calechou-se das basteiras
Lombo molhado pra pisar foi bem ligeiro
Ainda a força do potreiro tá de baixo da aguaceira

Uma estiada negaceia por matreira
Com cisma de caborteira vem escondendo a cara
Do meu galpão sorvo as horas tramando tentos
Desquinando pensamentos, remendando alguma garra

Então me olvido empreitando esta faina
Pois a força divina já mais falha e nunca erra
Talvez a chuva seja o adubo já gasto
Que veio firma o pasto e larga uma graxa na terra
Talvez a chuva seja o adubo já gasto
Que veio firma o pasto e larga uma graxa na terra

Under the Mango Tree Rain

Quiet mango tree changed into a downpour
The drizzle rustled up an orchard
That was protected by a bay roan horse
With my hat falling as the rain pours

I've been working six days in the flood
The marsh has turned into a swamp
Where the meadow was, the ground is soaked
The fields are flooded and the slopes are muddy

Even my poncho's canvas is soaked through
My saddle is drenched from crossing through the mud and water
The shed has become a clothesline for my gear
Drying harnesses soaked by the mango rain

The cattle low, missing the nice weather
And my horse has slipped on the saddle pad's girth
His back was soaked, but he was quick to get going
And the strength of the paddock is still under the rainstorm

The drought is teasing and playing tricks
With the suspicion of a break in the weather, it hides its face
In my shed, I sip hours and plot things out
Sharpening up my thoughts and mending my equipment

Then I forget about this work
Because the divine force never fails and never makes mistakes
Perhaps the rain is the fertilizer already gone
That came to strengthen the pasture and leave a sheen on the earth
Perhaps the rain is the fertilizer already gone
That came to strengthen the pasture and leave a sheen on the earth