Текст и перевод песни Tom Zé - Filho Do Pato

Filho Do Pato

Tico-tico no fubaco
No fubico fubá (bis)
Tico-tico no fubaco
Ensaiando o vocal

0 Filho do pa... pati-quitu, pati-quitu
Também cantava alegremen... menti-quitu, menti-quitu
E a marrequinha de repen... penti-quitu, pati-quitu
Pati-caiu também no samba
Pra no samba sambar

E o filho do gan... eh eh eh
Afo-fo-fo ba-ba damen... men men men te
Qui-qui ri-ri ti-ti-mo quen... quiqui quen!!!
Ga-gaguejou a pata n'água da lagoa
Pra batucar

Mas a rosa que era famosa
Em verso e prosa
Não pôde dançar
Porque estava bem presa no galho plantada na terra
Suspensa no ar
Sem sair do lugar
Se abriu para o céu e rezou pro vento andar
Ti-tico tico no fubaco... etc

0 Pato-pai
Vinha voltando do batente
Quando aquele contraparente
Bateu na boca um reco-reco
Para a turma dedar

E o neto do cisne
Também achando que era gente
Pensou a coisa diferente
Abriu o bico para o tico-tico
Pôr no fubá

Mas a rosa formosa, cheirosa
Urbana da roça queria dançar
E piscando os olhinhos, charmosa
Sacou do chicote pro vento enquadrar
E se despetalou, despernou, desbraçou e ordenou pro vento
Andar

Ti-tico no fubaco, ensaiando o vocal ... etc

Filho Do Pato

Tico-tico in the cornmeal
In the cornmeal bin (repeat)
Tico-tico in the cornmeal
Rehearsing the vocal

Oh Son of the... duck-ling, duck-ling
He also sang happily... lie-ling, lie-ling
And the little female duck suddenly... quick-ling, quick-ling
Quick-fell into the samba too
To samba in the samba

And the son of the gan... eh eh eh
Stut-ut-ut tered da-da ly... ly ly ly ing
Wh-wh at did you sa-sa-say... who who who!!!
The duck quacked in the lagoon water
To drum

But the rose that was famous
In verse and prose
Could not dance
Because it was firmly planted in the ground on the branch
Suspended in the air
Without moving
It opened up to the sky and prayed for the wind to blow
Ti-tico tico in the cornmeal... etc

The Father Duck
Was coming home from work
When that relative
Hit the reco-reco with his mouth
For the group to dance to

And the grandson of the swan
Also thinking he was human
Thought differently
Opened his beak for the tico-tico
To put in the cornmeal

But the beautiful, fragrant rose
From the city in the countryside wanted to dance
And winking her charming eyes
Took out her whip to discipline the wind
And she lost her petals, her legs, her arms, and she ordered the wind
To blow

Ti-tico in the cornmeal, rehearsing the vocal ... etc