Текст и перевод песни Walther Morais & Nilton Ferreira - De Tropa, Tempo e Distância

De Tropa, Tempo e Distância

Horacio fez fogo com chuva e dormiu nos arreios
Abriu as picadas agrestes que hoje são ruas
Timbrou mil estradas na pampa e varou passos cheios
Levando os seus sonhos nas tropas que nem eram suas
Horácio estropiou seus tordilhos na estrada comprida
Gastou a existência no passo do gado em reponte
Amou as mulheres que achava embora perdidas
Sem nunca voltar para vê-las seguindo o horizonte

Mas tudo o que tinha era o tino do oficio tropeiro
Quem parte questiona o motivo ser ter quem responda
Proseava com o próprio silencio que era parceiro
Tenteando a boieira das noites de ronda redonda
Mas tudo o que tinha era o tino do oficio tropeiro
Quem parte questiona o motivo ser ter quem responda
Proseava com o próprio silencio que era parceiro
Tenteando a boieira das noites de ronda redonda

O tempo se foi junto a tropa que nunca da volta
Fez de Horacio Pena o tropeiro, mais um deserdado
Às vezes do olhar uma sanga discreta se solta
E dá de beber a quem resta viver do passado
A alma tropeira de Horácio hoje pena na terra
Por sobre um tordilho cansado já quase no chão
A tropa de ontem persiste, o gado ainda cansado
E cruza por ele na estrada sobre o caminhão

E Horacio que pena respira a poeira da estrada
O mesmo caminho de outrora que abriu com os bois
P'ra ele sobrou a distancia entre o pouco e o nada
E o brete sem fim da lonjura buscando depois
E Horacio que pena respira a poeira da estrada
O mesmo caminho de outrora que abriu com os bois
P'ra ele sobrou a distancia entre o pouco e o nada
E o brete sem fim da lonjura buscando depois

De Tropa, Tempo e Distância

Horacio made fire in the rain and slept in his harness
He opened up the wild trails that are streets today
He stamped a thousand roads in the pampas and crossed paths that were full
Taking his dreams with the troops that weren't even his
Horacio crippled his grays on the long road
He spent his life in the footsteps of the cattle in a response
He loved the women he found, although they were lost
Never returning to see them, following the horizon

But all he had was the knowledge of the drover's trade
Those who leave question the reason for having someone to answer
He talked to the silence itself, which was his partner
Testing the cattle pen of the round night watches
But all he had was the knowledge of the drover's trade
Those who leave question the reason for having someone to answer
He talked to the silence itself, which was his partner
Testing the cattle pen of the round night watches

Time went by with the troop that never returned
It made Horacio Pena the drover, another outcast
Sometimes from a glance, a discreet ditch is released
And gives drink to those who remain to live in the past
Horatio's drover's soul now suffers on earth
On a tired gray horse, almost on the ground
Yesterday's troop persists, the cattle still tired
And crosses him on the road on the truck

And Horacio who suffers, breathes the dust of the road
The same path of yesteryear that he opened with the oxen
For him, there was the distance between little and nothing
And the endless corral of the distance seeking later
And Horacio who suffers, breathes the dust of the road
The same path of yesteryear that he opened with the oxen
For him, there was the distance between little and nothing
And the endless corral of the distance seeking later