Текст и перевод песни Porca Véia - Baile da Serra

Baile da Serra

Pego na gaita e canto esta melodia
Me lembrando de um baile que eu fui a poucos dias
Foi lá na serra em casa do Manoé Romão
E eu tinha um companheiro que era o meu irmão

E o gaiteiro um gaúcho resolvido
Na gaita deu um tinido e já começou a tocar
Tocou um xote pra dançar afigurado
E nos seus versinho rimado já começou a cantar

E uma morena do corpo enfeitiçado
Deu uma olhada pro meu lado e já com ela eu fui dançar
E meu irmão com uma moça de encarnado
Saiu dançando apertado, coisa de se invejar

Com a morena sai falando baixinho
Devagar e bonitinho e o namoro se arrumou
Mas meu irmão com a moça de encarnado
Saiu muito apertado e o pai dela não gostou

E a meia-noite deu uma briga lá num canto
Quebraram uns três quatro bancos por causa do meu irmão
De madrugada se acharam novamente
Fedeu a pau e porrete, e a revolver e a facão

E eu sou um qüera que gosto de reboliço
Já me meti no enguiço só pra vê o que ia dar
Me apertaram, me cercaram em cinco ou seis
Dei uns tombo nuns dois, três e não puderam me cortar

E o meu irmão índio mal do pensamento
Arranco das ferramenta e muita gente ele cortou
E assim foi, até clarear o dia
Pois ninguém mais se entendia até que o baile se acabou

Hill Country Dance

I pick up the accordion and sing this melody
Reminding me of a dance I went to a few days ago
It was up in the hills at Manoé Romão's house
And I had a companion who was my brother

And the accordionist, a determined gaucho
Made a sound on his accordion and began to play
He played a xote for us to dance to arranged
And in its verses rhymed he began to sing

And a brunette with a bewitching body
Took one look at me from the side and I went to dance with her
And my brother with a young woman in red
Went out dancing close, a sight to be envied

With the brunette I started talking softly
Slowly and sweetly and we started a romance
But my brother with the young woman in red
Went out dancing too close and her father didn't like it

And at midnight there was a fight in a corner
They broke three or four benches because of my brother
At dawn they found each other again
And there was fighting with clubs and sticks and revolvers and knives

And I'm a fool who likes a commotion
I've gotten into trouble just to see what would happen
They came at me, surrounded me with five or six
I knocked two or three of them down and they couldn't catch me

And my brother, a fierce Indian by nature
Pulled out his tools and slashed at a lot of people
And that's how it went, until daybreak
Because no one could understand each other until the dance was over