Текст и перевод песни Os Serranos - Poncho Molhado

Poncho Molhado

Poncho molhado olhar na tropa e no horizonte
Vai o tropeiro devagar estrada afora
A chuva encharca está chovendo desde "onteontem"
Dói dentro d'alma essa demora

Irmão do gado ele se sente nessa hora
E o seu destino também vai nesse reponte
Igual a tropa nesse tranco estrada afora
Sempre encharcado de horizontes

A tropa segue devagar mugindo tonta
Talvez pressinta que seu fim é o matadouro
E o tropeiro entristecido se dá conta

Que o boi é bicho, mas tem alma sob o couro
Boi é bicho mas, tem alma sob o couro
O boi é bicho mas, tem alma sob o couro
O boi é bicho mas, tem alma sob o couro

Irmão do gado ele se sente nessa hora
E o seu destino também vai nesse reponte
Igual a tropa nesse tranco estrada afora
Sempre encharcado de horizontes

A tropa segue devagar mugindo tonta
Talvez pressinta que seu fim é o matadouro
E o tropeiro entristecido se dá conta

Que o boi é bicho, mas tem alma sob o couro
O boi é bicho, mas tem alma sob o couro
O boi é bicho, mas tem alma sob o couro
O boi é bicho, mas tem alma sob o couro

O boi é bicho, mas tem alma sob o couro
O boi é bicho, mas tem alma sob o couro
O boi é bicho, mas tem alma sob o couro
O boi é bicho, mas tem alma sob o couro

Êra boi
Êra boi
Êra boi

Soaked Poncho

Soaked poncho, gaze at the cattle and horizon
The drover goes slowly, road ahead
The rain soaks in, has been raining since yesterday
It hurts my soul, this delay

Brother to the cattle, he feels it now
And his destiny also goes in this echo
Like the cattle in this slow pace, road ahead
Always soaked with horizons

The cattle follow slowly, mooing dazed
Perhaps sensing that their end is the slaughterhouse
And the saddened drover realizes

That the ox is an animal, but has a soul beneath its hide
The ox is an animal, but has a soul beneath its hide
The ox is an animal, but has a soul beneath its hide
The ox is an animal, but has a soul beneath its hide

Brother to the cattle, he feels it now
And his destiny also goes in this echo
Like the cattle in this slow pace, road ahead
Always soaked with horizons

The cattle follow slowly, mooing dazed
Perhaps sensing that their end is the slaughterhouse
And the saddened drover realizes

That the ox is an animal, but has a soul beneath its hide
The ox is an animal, but has a soul beneath its hide
The ox is an animal, but has a soul beneath its hide
The ox is an animal, but has a soul beneath its hide

The ox is an animal, but has a soul beneath its hide
The ox is an animal, but has a soul beneath its hide
The ox is an animal, but has a soul beneath its hide
The ox is an animal, but has a soul beneath its hide

He was an ox
He was an ox
He was an ox