Текст и перевод песни Matias Damásio - Kwanza Burro

Kwanza Burro

No tempo do Kwanza Burro ê
Maria não conhecia dólar
Era tudo por amor
Quando se amava se davam flores

No tempo do Kwanza Burro
Nosso saudoso Kwanza odediente
Só bastava 50 cimbeu
P'ra comprar pitéu

No tempo do Kwanza Burro ê
Gasparito não era ambi
Se comprava na loja do povo e o povo comia
Se comprava na loja do povo e o povo comia

No tempo do Kwanza Burro ê
Alambamento era tradição
Garrafão de vinho na mão
E na carta 50 cimbeu

Hoje o Kwanza ficou esperto ê
Mamaué, mamaué
Na carta do pedido é mbora dólar, wé
Vamos parar aonde, mama?

Hoje o Kwanza ficou esperto ê
Mamaué, mamaué
Maria não quer flores, quer mbora dez e Vera Cruz
Vamos parar onde?

Só me resta é chorar, mamaué (Uô, uô, uô)
Só me resta é chorar, mamaué (Uô, uô, uô)
Só me resta é chorar, mamaué (Uô, uô, uô)
Só me resta é chorar, mamaué (Uô, uô, uô)

No tempo do Kwanza do Burro ê
Mais velho é quem tinha mais idade
Hoje é quem tem mbora kumbu
Jabaculé, famoso papel

Kandengues de 20 anos
Dando bregedje em kotas de 40
É só na mangole, é só na mangole

Agora na carta de pedido ê
Estão a pedir muitas coisas, mama
Sapato sola seca, carrada de areia
Parabólica com seis meses adiantados
Panos do Congo

Cerveja do estrangeiro
Se é nacional é mbora ancorado
Televisão de 60 polegadas
Chinês p'ra vedar terreno de 20 por 40

Só me resta é chorar, mamaué (Uô, uô, uô)
Só me resta é chorar, mamaué (Uô, uô, uô)
Só me resta é chorar, mamaué (Uô, uô, uô)
Só me resta é chorar, mamaué (Uô, uô, uô)

Só me resta é chorar, mamaué (Uô, uô, uô)
Só me resta é chorar, mamaué (Uô, uô, uô)
Só me resta é chorar, mamaué (Uô, uô, uô)
Só me resta é chorar, mamaué (Uô, uô, uô)

Só me resta é chorar, mamaué (Uô, uô, uô)
Só me resta é chorar, mamaué (Uô, uô, uô)
Só me resta é chorar, mamaué (Uô, uô, uô)
Só me resta é chorar, mamaué (Uô, uô, uô)

(Uô, uô, uô)
(Uô, uô, uô)
(Uô, uô, uô)
(Uô, uô, uô)

Burro Kwanza

In times of Burro Kwanza, my lady
Maria didn't know about dollars
It was all about love
When one loved, they'd give flowers

In times of Burro Kwanza
Our dear old obedient Kwanza
All one needed was 50 cimbeu
To buy a treat

In times of Burro Kwanza, my lady
Gasparito wasn't a con artist
Buying at the people's market and the people ate
Buying at the people's market and the people ate

In times of Burro Kwanza, my lady
Serenading was a tradition
Wine bottle in hand
And 50 cimbeu in the envelope

Nowadays the Kwanza has gotten smart
Mamaué, mamaué
The love letter only asks for dollars, my dear
Where are we headed, ma'am?

Nowadays the Kwanza has gotten smart
Mamaué, mamaué
Maria doesn't want flowers, my love, she wants thousands in cash
Where are we headed?

All I can do is mourn, mamaué (Woo, woo, woo)
All I can do is mourn, mamaué (Woo, woo, woo)
All I can do is mourn, mamaué (Woo, woo, woo)
All I can do is mourn, mamaué (Woo, woo, woo)

In the times of Burro Kwanza, my lady
Elders were those with more years
Nowadays it's those with lots of cash
Jabaculé, the famous paper

20-year-old playboys
Spoiling 40-year-old women
It's all just a show, it's all just a show

Nowadays in the love letters, my lady
They ask for so much, mama
Dry-soled shoes, a truckload of sand
A satellite dish with six months' subscription paid
Cloths from Congo

Imported beer
If it's local, it should be well-stocked
A 60-inch TV
A Chinese man to fence the 20x40 plot

All I can do is mourn, mamaué (Woo, woo, woo)
All I can do is mourn, mamaué (Woo, woo, woo)
All I can do is mourn, mamaué (Woo, woo, woo)
All I can do is mourn, mamaué (Woo, woo, woo)

All I can do is mourn, mamaué (Woo, woo, woo)
All I can do is mourn, mamaué (Woo, woo, woo)
All I can do is mourn, mamaué (Woo, woo, woo)
All I can do is mourn, mamaué (Woo, woo, woo)

All I can do is mourn, mamaué (Woo, woo, woo)
All I can do is mourn, mamaué (Woo, woo, woo)
All I can do is mourn, mamaué (Woo, woo, woo)
All I can do is mourn, mamaué (Woo, woo, woo)

(Woo, woo, woo)
(Woo, woo, woo)
(Woo, woo, woo)
(Woo, woo, woo)