Текст и перевод песни Joca Martins - Um Certo Tiro de Laço

Um Certo Tiro de Laço

Vinha fechando um palheiro sem descuidar do fiador
Quando um boi refugador que tranqueava gavionando
Foi pouco a pouco tenteando, querendo o mundo por conta
Facilitaram na ponta e alçou a cola disparando

Levei as tampa num zaino que saltou arrancando grama
Se não se esmaga na cama, se dá serviço pra o laço
Foi se encurtando o espaço entre o mola e o cavalo
Pra honrar o pago que falo, só me restava meu braço

E assim, a toda a carreira, eu armei o quatro tentos,
Firmando meu pensamento no terreno e no alambrado
Se ele salta pro outro lado, nunca mais que nos topamos
Que vergonha pra um paysano uma tropa faltando gado
Que vergonha pra um paysano uma tropa faltando gado

Já quase em riba da cerca, empurrei o doze braças
Que cerrou justo nas aspas quando o boi ia no ar
Pra aprender a não refugar, guastiou de volta de lombo
Pois quando o destino é um tombo, se pensa pra disparar

Quem não quiser acreditar, por mim que não acredite
Mas que nunca facilite um boi gavião e matreiro
Nem sempre o pulso é certeiro e o pingo é solto de pata
E tem laço que se desata com fama de macegueiro

E assim, a toda a carreira, eu armei o quatro tentos
Firmando meu pensamento no terreno e no alambrado
Se ele salta pro outro lado, nunca mais que nos topamos
Que vergonha pra um paysano uma tropa faltando gado
Que vergonha pra um paysano uma tropa faltando gado

E assim, a toda a carreira, eu armei o quatro tentos
Firmando meu pensamento no terreno e no alambrado
Se ele salta pro outro lado, nunca mais que nos topamos
Que vergonha pra um paysano uma tropa faltando gado
Que vergonha pra um paysano uma tropa faltando gado

A Sure Shot at Lassoing

I had almost finished saddling a heifer and was not paying attention to my halter
When a dodging steer that was playing around charged at me.
Little by little, it started to try to get away from me.
They let go of the rope on the end, and it took off running.

I took cover in a thicket that came out of the ground tearing at the grass.
If it doesn't get squashed in bed, it will be useful for a lasso.
The distance between the spring and the horse was getting shorter.
To honor the moment that I am talking about, all I had left was my arm.

And so, at full speed, I threw the four strands,
Keeping my mind on the ground and the fence.
If it jumps to the other side, we will never meet again.
What a shame it would be for a countryman to have a herd missing cattle.
What a shame it would be for a countryman to have a herd missing cattle.

Almost at the top of the fence, I pushed the twelve-braid,
Which closed right at the tips as the steer was going into the air.
To teach it not to dodge, it went back down on its back.
Because when destiny is a fall, you think about running away.

If you don't want to believe it, that's fine with me.
But never underestimate a sneaky and cunning steer.
Your aim is not always accurate, and your horse is loose-footed.
And there are lassos that come untied with a reputation for being a butcher.

And so, at full speed, I threw the four strands,
Keeping my mind on the ground and the fence.
If it jumps to the other side, we will never meet again.
What a shame it would be for a countryman to have a herd missing cattle.
What a shame it would be for a countryman to have a herd missing cattle.

And so, at full speed, I threw the four strands,
Keeping my mind on the ground and the fence.
If it jumps to the other side, we will never meet again.
What a shame it would be for a countryman to have a herd missing cattle.
What a shame it would be for a countryman to have a herd missing cattle.