Текст и перевод песни Lura - Tabanka

Tabanka

E fla, hey Tabanka flam, undi ki bu staba,
Kal kê bô feeling, kal kê bu rumo, undi u á ta bai?

Hey Tabanka flam, undi bu staba, undi ki bu fica,
Undi ki bu xinta, undi u sa ta bai?

Hey Tabanka flam undi bu meti, undi bu stá
Kal kê bô feeling, undi ki bu perdi?

Hey Tabanka flam kal kê bu rumo, ma e motivi
Ma e pamodi, ma e pa bia, undi u staba moss?

*Refrão:
Eh Rei ku si spada di pa dianti el ta kumanda tudo gentis di Tabanka!

Hey Tabanka flam undi bu staba, undi bu meti,
Kal kê bô feeling, undi u á ta bai?

Hey Tabanka flam kal kê bu rumo, ma e motivi,
Ma e pamodi, ma ê pa bia, undi u staba moss?

E na kumbersu Koitadu di kampunês ki N a ta suletra amargura
Na anu simentera kê pa tem fartura! Ó Ki midju ku fixon inganadu pa txuba,
Rostu kaskadu di nha Inês e ka diferenti di kes otus kamponês não!
Kampunês ku xintidu kalkadu
Kampunês ku si bida mariadu
Si Batuku ku si Tabanka fudjadu, oh nha mãe!
Pa txon pa txon pari baxinha. Pê odja si txon ku teson di txuba.
Pa aroca ku bobra kai na ladera! Nton kampunês ka ta vivi kalkadu mas não!

Hey Tabanka flam, undi bu staba, kal kê di bo, undi ki bu perdi,
Undi bu fica, u sta bai, u sta bem?

Hey Tabanka sima bô e bonita, bô e formosa, abo e linda,
Abô e fixi, undi u á ta bai?

Tabanka

E fla, my Tabanka flame, where will you stop,
What will you feel, what will you think, where will you go?

My Tabanka flame, where will you stop, where will you stay,
Where will you rest, where will you go?

My Tabanka flame where will you go, where will you stay
What will you feel, what will you lose?

My Tabanka flame what will you think, but the reason
The reason why, the reason why, where have you lost it?

*Chorus:
Oh King with the sword who walks in front, he controls all the people of Tabanka!

My Tabanka flame, where have you stopped, where have you gone
What are you feeling, where are you going?

My Tabanka flame what are you thinking, but the reason,
The reason why, the reason why, where have you lost it?

And the peasant's harvest that doesn't spell out bitterness
In the planting year when there was no abundance! Oh Who was fooled by the sweet potato
The wrinkled face of my Inês is no different from the other peasants!
Peasants with a trampled heart
Peasants whose lives are ruined
If Batuku with Tabanka are cursed, oh my mother!
To ask for a little beer. Look if you ask with the desire for a sweet potato
For the threshing floor where the goats eat on the slope! So the peasants don't live trampled on, no!

My Tabanka flame, where have you stopped, what's yours, what have you lost
Where do you stay, where are you going, are you okay?

My Tabanka, how beautiful you are, how handsome you are, how lovely you are
How cool you are, where are you going?