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Azulão

Pobre MatutoPoor Country Bumpkin

Azulão · 20 Super Sucessos Azulão 20 Super Azulão Hits (1998)

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Composer: Azulão

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Fauna florou, Meu Deus o verão chegou

Volto do roçado pensando triste de vê

O chão tão enxuto e eu um pobre matuto

Que do céu suplica o fruto pedindo para chover

No chão vejo as cinzas das fogueiras de São João

E eu cheio de precisão só cinzas também São João


Vejam na fulo que cor

Milho perdurou murchou

Minha terra esturricou

Nada vou colher


Volto do trabalho em casa vou descansar

Sento na fuleira da porta os pés vou lavar

Já ta tudo escuro e eu um pobre matuto

Que nunca teve um estudo nem mesmo do bê-á-bá

Acendo o candeeiro pra vê os filhos direito

São dez e ainda tem de peito

Em nada Deus vai criar


Deus é bom demais

E ate dez filhos meu deu

E mais um amor que da pra mais

Outros dez nascer

Translation

The fauna bloomed, My God, summer has arrived

I return from the fields thinking sadly to see

The ground so dry and me a poor country bumpkin

Who begs the sky for fruit asking for rain

On the ground I see the ashes of the Saint John's bonfires

And I, full of precision, am only ashes too, Saint John


See in the flower what color

The corn lasted, withered

My land scorched

I'm not going to harvest anything


I come back from work, I'm going to rest at home

I sit on the rickety chair by the door, I'm going to wash my feet

It's all dark now and me a poor country bumpkin

Who never had an education, not even the ABCs

I light the oil lamp to see my children properly

There are ten and there's still one breastfeeding

God will not raise them in anything


God is too good

And gave me even ten children

And more a love that gives for more

Another ten to be born

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