Batendo Casco - Mauro Moraes перевод на английский

Batendo Casco

Num trote fronteiro de atirar o freio
Vou topando o vento, só por desaforo
De ganhar a vida num gateado oveiro
Loco de faceiro, junto dos cachorros

Pelo campo-fora, pelas campereadas
Apresilho os olhos num florear lindaço
De arrastar pra o toso as ovelha-mestra
E tudo que não presta de arredor do rancho

Me pilcho bem lindo, tipo pro namoro
Cabresteando as rugas deste amor bagual
Que ao cambiar das léguas, vai boleando a perna
Pra Santana Velha do Rio Uruguai

Me pilcho bem lindo, tipo pro namoro
Cabresteando as rugas deste amor bagual
Que ao cambiar das léguas, vai boleando a perna
Pra Santana Velha do Rio Uruguai

De sovéu bem curto vamo meu cavalo
Amagando pealos nesses mundaréu
Atorando as chircas numa manga d′água
Amadrinhando a mágoa sem tirá o chapéu

Semo um do outro sem rasgá baixeiro
Adelgaçando o pelo neste manancial
Aparando as crinas, do pescoço a orelha
De uma égua prenha sem passa o buçal

Me pilcho bem lindo, tipo pro namoro
Cabresteando as rugas deste amor bagual
Que ao cambiar das léguas, vai boleando a perna
Pra Santana Velha do Rio Uruguai

Me pilcho bem lindo, tipo pro namoro
Cabresteando as rugas deste amor bagual
Que ao cambiar das léguas, vai boleando a perna
Pra Santana Velha do Rio Uruguai

Batendo Casco

In a border trot to throw the brake
I'm going against the wind, just to spite it
Making a living on a crawling palomino
Crazy and happy, with the dogs

Through the countryside, through the roundups
I catch my eyes in a beautiful bloom
Of dragging the ewe to the pen
And everything that's wrong around the ranch

I dress myself up pretty, like for a date
Bridling the wrinkles of this wild love
Which when changing leagues, will round the leg
For old Santana of the Uruguai River

I dress myself up pretty, like for a date
Bridling the wrinkles of this wild love
Which when changing leagues, will round the leg
For old Santana of the Uruguai River

With a short veil let's go my horse
Threatening to rope in this crowd
Pushing the fence into a water trough
Raining in the sorrow without taking off my hat

We are of each other without tearing down
Thinning the hair in this spring
Trimming the mane, from neck to ear
Of a pregnant mare without passing the bridle

I dress myself up pretty, like for a date
Bridling the wrinkles of this wild love
Which when changing leagues, will round the leg
For old Santana of the Uruguai River

I dress myself up pretty, like for a date
Bridling the wrinkles of this wild love
Which when changing leagues, will round the leg
For old Santana of the Uruguai River