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Azulão

Pobre MatutoPoor Countryman

Azulão · Verso Verdade - I True Verse - I (2012)

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Composer: Janduhy Finizola, Ivan Gadelha

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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 of seeing

The ground so dry and I a poor countryman

Who from the sky begs for fruit asking for rain

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

And I full of precision only ashes also Saint John


See in the bloom what color

Corn endured withered

My land scorched

I will harvest nothing


I return from work home I will rest

I sit on the rickety chair at the door I will wash my feet

It's all dark and I a poor countryman

Who never had an education not even the ABCs

I light the lamp to see the children properly

There are ten and there is still one breastfeeding

God will not raise anything


God is too good

And even ten children He gave me

And more a love that gives for more

Another ten to be born

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