Текст и перевод песни Monica Salmaso - Minha Vida

Minha Vida

Eu trago na lembrança
Quando era criança
Eu morava na roça
E gostava da troça
Do monjolo d'água
Da casa de tábua
Quando o sol saía
A invernada eu subia
Pras vacas leiteira
Tocar na mangueira
Fui moleque sapeca
Levado da breca
Gostava da viola
E ainda eu ia na escola
Eu ia todo dia
Numa égua tordilha
Era o meu destino
Já desde menino
Pra ir nos fandango
Era igual um curiango
As vezes no arreio
Meu irmão já veio
Fazia loro de embira
Pra ir nos catira
Ficava de lado
Com os olhos estalados
Vendo sapatear
Mas não podia entrar
Bebia uns quentão
Já ficava entrão
Umas moda com alguém
Eu cantava também
Com quinze anos de idade
Eu mudei pra cidade
Saí da escola
Já era rapazola
Deixei de estudar
Fui caixeiro num bar
Trinta mil réis por mês
Pra servir os freguês
Vendendo cachaça
Aturando arruaça
Pra mim só foi boa a minha patroa
Vivia amolado com meu ordenado
Trabalhei sete mês
Recebi só uma vez
Eu não via dinheiro
Entrei de pedreiro
Pra aprender o ofício
Mas foi um suplício
Sol quente danado
Embolsando o telhado
As cadeira doía
E eu me arrependia
Mas não tinha jeito
Era meter os peito
No duro enfrentei
Mas não me acostumei
Sou pouco retaco
Meu físico é fraco
Só pensar no trabalho
Quase que eu me desmaio
Tive grande impulso
Com outro recurso
A viola é tão fácil
É só mexer nos traço
Fazer moda boa
Quando o povo enjoa
Fazer moda dobrada
E selecionada
Pras festas que for
Não passar calor
Evitar de beber
Pra voz não perder
Dinheiro no bolso
Vem com pouco esforço
Nesse meu céu de anil
Divertindo o Brasil

My Life

I bring to memory
When I was a child
I lived on the farm
And I liked to joke
Of the water mill
Of the wooden house
When the sun came out
I went up to the winter pasture
For the dairy cows
To play in the barn
I was a mischievous imp
Led by the nose
I liked the guitar
And I still went to school
I went every day
On a bay mare
It was my destiny
Even since I was a child
To go to the dances
I was like a goshawk
Sometimes in the stirrup
My brother has already come
He made a bridle out of reed
To go to the catira
He stood to one side
With his eyes wide open
Watching the dancing
But he could not enter
He drank some mulled wine
He was already drunk
Some songs with someone
I sang too
At fifteen years old
I moved to the city
I left school
I was already a young man
I stopped studying
I was a cashier in a bar
Thirty thousand réis a month
To serve the customers
Selling cachaça
Putting up with the noise
To me only my boss was good
I lived harassed with my salary
I worked seven months
I only got paid once
I didn't see any money
I became a bricklayer
To learn the trade
But it was an ordeal
The sun so hot
Covering the roof with tiles
The chairs hurt
And I regretted it
But there was no way out
It was to put my chest
In the hard face
But I didn't get used to it
I'm short and stout
My physique is weak
Just thinking about work
Almost made me faint
I had a great impulse
With another resource
The guitar is so easy
It's just a matter of moving the lines
Make a good song
When people get tired of it
Make a folded song
And selected
For whatever parties
Don't get too hot
Avoid drinking
So as not to lose voice
Money in your pocket
Comes with little effort
In this sky of mine
Entertaining Brazil