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Colheita de Milho (Chiquinha)

Até hoje ainda me lembro
Era manhã de setembro
O sol com intenso brilho
Eu na frente abrindo as covas
Chiquinha, menina nova
Vinha atrás plantando o milho

O sol dava um bronzeado
No seu corpinho rosado
Lhe dando uma cor morena
Cada grão que ela plantava
Uma esperança brotava
Como brota uma açucena

A natureza não erra
E os grãos rachando a terra
E o broto nasceu robusto
E em cada braça do eito
Coração roçava o peito
Como o vento no arbusto

O milho cresceu depressa
Parecia uma promessa
Na minha boca granando
E no tempo da colheita
Chiquinha, menina feita
Era espiga se empalhando

Numa tarde de pamonha
Eu sem jeito, com vergonha
Já pressentia o perigo
Fui buscar no milharal
Mais milho para o curau
E Chiquinha foi comigo

Quebrando milho na chuva
Eu tropeçava nas curvas
Do seu corpinho molhado
Debaixo do pé de milho
Como espigas no atilho
Ficamos os dois atados

Passou o ano e desta feita
Vamos ter duas colheitas
O tempo foi bom pro milho
Enquanto crescem as espigas
Chiquinha cresce a barriga
Pra colhermos nosso filho

Corn Harvest (Chiquinha)

I still remember it well
It was a September morning
The sun was shining brightly
I was in front, digging the holes
Chiquinha, a young girl
Was coming behind, planting the corn

The sun was giving her a tan
On her rosy little body
Giving her a dark complexion
With each seed she planted
A hope was sprouting
Like a lily blooms

Nature never fails
And the seeds are cracking the earth
And the sprout was born strong
And in every arm of the field
Heart was rubbing against chest
Like the wind in the bushes

The corn grew quickly
It seemed like a promise
In my mouth, it was already forming
And at harvest time
Chiquinha, a grown woman
Was an ear of corn, filling out

On an afternoon of corn mush
I was shy, with shame
I could already sense the danger
I went to the cornfield
To get more corn for the corn pudding
And Chiquinha went with me

Picking corn in the rain
I stumbled on the curves
Of her wet little body
Under the corn stalk
Like ears of corn in a bundle
We were both tied up

The year has passed and this time
We will have two harvests
The weather was good for the corn
While the ears of corn are growing
Chiquinha's belly is growing
To harvest our son