Текст и перевод песни Walther Morais - Sovando Lombo de Potro

Sovando Lombo de Potro

Ajeitei bem as chilenas
Firmei no garrão da bota
Risquei o chão da mangueira
Pra mostrar o quanto corta

Olhei pra os zóio do bicho
Parecia um fogaréu
E eu já via São Pedro
Me abrindo as portas do céu

O capataz da estância
Me falou meio sem jeito
Adelgaça mais um dia
Pra pegar tino e respeito

Mas gritei, forma cavalo
Pois chegou a tua hora
Hoje tu perde a cisma
Abaixo de mango e espora

Pulei pra riba sem medo
Deste azedo e puava
Por cima eu deitava o reio
Por baixo a espora cortava

Salto fora da mangueira
Se jogou no alambrado
Quebrou palanque e porteira
Igual o capeta encilhado

Levando tudo por diante
Se mandando a campo fora
Sentindo a tala do mango
E o cutuco da espora

Corcoveava se bandeando
Querendo me dar um tombo
Não vai me tirar de cima
Nem que tu vire o lombo

Meus apero são de respeito
Tiro dum e boto noutro
Minhas garras foram feitas
Pra sovar lombo de potros

E o que cai nas minhas mãos
Se alinha a grito e açoiteira
E depois me leva pra o rancho
Nas noites de borracheira

Lavado de suor e sangue
O maula não se entregava
Trazia o diabo no couro
De tanto que corcoveava

Pois puxava cada pulo
De sacudir a encilha
E as chilenas não davam trégua
Da paleta inté as virilhas

Corcoveou mais de uma légua
Da estância até o chapadão
Depois afrouxou o lombo
Firmou os cascos no chão

Pois voltou a trotezito
Pedindo benção pra o reio
Se negando nas macegas
E acostumando com o arreio

Meus apero são de respeito
Tiro dum e boto noutro
Minhas garras foram feitas
Pra sovar lombo de potros

E o que cai nas minhas mãos
Se alinha a grito e açoiteira
E depois me leva pra o rancho
Nas noites de borracheira

Taming the Colt's Back

I adjusted my Chilean spurs,
Firmly set on my boot's heel,
Scratched the corral's dusty floor,
To show you just how sharp they feel.

I looked into the beast's eyes,
They seemed like a fiery blaze,
And I could already see St. Peter,
Opening Heaven's pearly gates.

The ranch foreman,
Told me with a slight unease,
"Wait another day,
To gain respect and expertise."

But I shouted, "Form up, horse,
For your time has come,
Today you lose your stubbornness,
Beneath my whip and thumb."

I leaped onto its back without fear,
It bucked and reared with might,
Above, I reigned with a firm hand,
Below, the spurs dug in tight.

Leaping out of the corral,
It threw itself against the fence,
Breaking posts and gates,
Like a devil ridden with intense.

Charging forth with all its strength,
Rushing into the open field,
Feeling the whip's harsh sting,
And the spurs that never yield.

It bucked and twisted,
Trying to throw me off its back,
"You won't get me down,
Even if you break your back."

My gear commands respect,
I switch from one horse to another,
My hands were made,
To tame the backs of colts, my brother."

And what falls into my hands,
Submits to shouts and whip's command,
And then it carries me to the ranch,
On nights of drunken revelry, hand in hand."

Bathed in sweat and blood,
The wild one wouldn't give in,
The devil was in its hide,
From all the bucking it had been.

For each leap it took,
It tried to shake the saddle free,
And the spurs gave no respite,
From shoulder to its knee.

It bucked for more than a league,
From the ranch to the plateau's height,
Then loosened its back's tension,
Planting its hooves with all its might.

It returned at a gentle trot,
Seeking the reins' guidance mild,
Resisting in the tall grasses,
But getting used to being wild.

My gear commands respect,
I switch from one horse to another,
My hands were made,
To tame the backs of colts, my brother."

And what falls into my hands,
Submits to shouts and whip's command,
And then it carries me to the ranch,
On nights of drunken revelry, hand in hand."