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Nos Tempos de Menino - Ao VivoIn Boyhood Times - Live

Irah Caldeira · Forrozeira (Ao Vivo) Forrozeira (Live) (2010)

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Composer: Irah Caldeira

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Era o caminho da roça pureza de Maria

A folha verde no mato a chuva quando caia

Passarinho no regato e a natureza sorria

Era o beijo que eu cultivava a vida que eu bem queria

Do jeito que eu sonhava realmente acontecia

Queria um fruto eu plantava vingava o fruto eu comia


Da morte eu não tinha medo a morte eu não conhecia

Não tinha nenhum segredo andar no mato sem guia

Nunca era tarde nem cedo meia noite ou meio dia

Fui menino mais que sete ou dezessete légua e meia

Menino fui cassetete menino fogo nas veias

Bola de gude pivete menino bola de meia


Fui menino meia noite menino fui meio dia

Menino vento de açoite fui o ventre da folia

Menino trovão da noite fui chuva fui invernia

Fui menino pistoleiro menino caramanção

Menino fui sapateiro menino carro de mão

Menino eu fui cangaceiro menino eu fui lampião


Menino também menino fui

E o tempo deu-me a alma sua

Deu-me batente de bares

Deu-me a vida nua e crua

Becos esquinas meus lares

Moleque ponta de rua

Translation

It was the country path, Maria's purity

The green leaf in the bush, the rain when it fell

Bird in the stream and nature smiled

It was the kiss I cultivated, the life I truly wanted

The way I dreamed, it really happened

I wanted a fruit, I planted it, the fruit ripened, I ate it


Of death I had no fear, death I did not know

There was no secret, walking in the bush without a guide

It was never late nor early, midnight or midday

I was a boy more than seven or seventeen and a half leagues

Boy, I was a truncheon, boy, fire in my veins

Marble, street kid, boy, sock ball


I was a boy at midnight, boy, I was at midday

Boy, whipping wind, I was the belly of the revelry

Boy, thunder of the night, I was rain, I was winter

I was a boy gunman, boy, caramanção

Boy, I was a shoemaker, boy, a wheelbarrow

Boy, I was a cangaceiro, boy, I was Lampião


Boy, I was also a boy

And time gave me its soul

It gave me bar doorframes

It gave me life raw and crude

Alleys, street corners, my homes

Street kid, street corner kid

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