Текст и перевод песни Junio Barreto - Santana

Santana

A santa de Santana chorou sangue,
Chorou sangue,
Chorou sangue: era tinta vermelha.
A nossa santa padroeira chorou sangue,
Chorou sangue,
Chorou sangue: era Deus e beleza.

A santa de Santana chorou sangue,
Chorou sangue,
Chorou sangue: era tinta vermelha.
A nossa santa padroeira chorou sangue,
Chorou sangue,
Chorou sangue: era Deus e beleza.

Despego meu;
Quem girou a moenda partiu.
Na pressa o rosário quebrou.
Chorou, ah, chorou.

Louveira santa, desata o apuro,
Leve e tanto, sempre sido só;
Tange solto quebrado, quebrado,
Claro carmo, nossa sede, obá.

Madeira oca estende o apulso,
Capela sertana, sementeiro;
Lajedo molhado pisado, pisado,
Claro carmo, nossa sede, obá, ô,
Nossa sede, obá, ô,
Nossa sede, obá...

A santa de Santana chorou sangue,
Chorou sangue,
Chorou sangue: era tinta vermelha.
A nossa santa padroeira chorou sangue,
Chorou sangue,
Chorou sangue: era Deus e beleza.

Despego meu;
Quem girou a moenda partiu.
Na pressa o rosário quebrou.
Chorou, ah, chorou.

Louveira santa, desata o apuro,
Leve e tanto, sempre sido só;
Tange solto quebrado, quebrado,
Claro carmo, nossa sede, obá.

Madeira oca estende o apulso,
Capela sertana, sementeiro;
Lajedo molhado pisado, pisado,
Claro carmo, nossa sede, obá, ô,
Nossa sede, obá, ô,
Nossa sede, obá...

Santana

Saint of Santana wept blood,
Wept blood,
Wept blood: it was red ink.
Our patron saint wept blood,
Wept blood,
Wept blood: it was God and beauty.

Saint of Santana wept blood,
Wept blood,
Wept blood: it was red ink.
Our patron saint wept blood,
Wept blood,
Wept blood: it was God and beauty.

I detach myself;
He who turned the mill has left.
In a hurry, the rosary broke.
She cried, oh, she cried.

Holy praise, untie the trouble,
Light and so much, always been alone;
Touch loosely broken, broken,
Clear carmo, our thirst, obá.

Hollow wood extends the heartbeat,
Backland chapel, seedbed;
Wet flagstone, trod, trod,
Clear carmo, our thirst, obá, oh,
Our thirst, obá, oh,
Our thirst, obá...

Saint of Santana wept blood,
Wept blood,
Wept blood: it was red ink.
Our patron saint wept blood,
Wept blood,
Wept blood: it was God and beauty.

I detach myself;
He who turned the mill has left.
In a hurry, the rosary broke.
She cried, oh, she cried.

Holy praise, untie the trouble,
Light and so much, always been alone;
Touch loosely broken, broken,
Clear carmo, our thirst, obá.

Hollow wood extends the heartbeat,
Backland chapel, seedbed;
Wet flagstone, trod, trod,
Clear carmo, our thirst, obá, oh,
Our thirst, obá, oh,
Our thirst, obá...