Composer: Jackson Do Pandeiro
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The English translation is below the Portuguese lyrics
Full lyrics
No forró de Sá Joaninha em Caruaru
Cumpade Mané Bento, só faltava tu
Eu nunca vi, meu cumpade
Forgansa tão boa
Tão cheia de brinquedo e de animação
Bebemo na função, dançamo sem parar
Num galope de matar
Nas alta madrugada
Por causo de uma danada que vêi de Tacaratu
Matemo doi sordado, quato cabo e um sargento
Cumpade Mané Bento, só faltava tu
No forró de Sá Joaninha em Caruaru
Cumpade Mané Bento, só faltava tu
Meu irmão Gisuíno grudou numa nega
Xamego de um sujeito valente e brigão
Eu vi que a confusão não tardava a começá
Pois um cabra de punhá
Com cara de assassino
Partiu pra Gisuíno e estava feito o sururu
Matemo doi sordado, quato cabo e um sargento
Cumpade Mané Bento, só faltava tu
No forró de Sá Joaninha em Caruaru
Cumpade Mané Bento, só faltava tu
Ao doutor delegado que é veio, trombudo
Eu disse que naquela grande confusão
Houve apena uns arranhão
Mas os cabra morredô
Nesse tempo de calô tem a carne reimosa
O veio zombou da prosa, eu fugi do Caruaru
Matemo doi sordado, quato cabo e um sargento
Cumpade Mané Bento, só faltava tu
No forró de Sá Joaninha em Caruaru
Cumpade Mané Bento, só faltava tu
Translation
At Ms. Joaninha's forró in Caruaru
Mate Mané Bento, only you were missing
I've never seen, my mate
Such a good revelry
So full of fun and liveliness
We drank at the party, we danced non-stop
In a killing gallop
In the deep hours of the morning
Because of a wild woman who came from Tacaratu
We killed two soldiers, four corporals and a sergeant
Mate Mané Bento, only you were missing
At Ms. Joaninha's forró in Caruaru
Mate Mané Bento, only you were missing
My brother Gisuíno latched onto a woman
The flirtation of a brave and quarrelsome fellow
I saw that the confusion wouldn't be long in starting
For a guy with a knife
With a killer's face
Went for Gisuíno and the brawl was on
We killed two soldiers, four corporals and a sergeant
Mate Mané Bento, only you were missing
At Ms. Joaninha's forró in Caruaru
Mate Mané Bento, only you were missing
To the police chief, who is old and grumpy
I said that in that great confusion
There were only a few scratches
But the dying men
In this hot weather have sickly flesh
The old man mocked the story, I fled Caruaru
We killed two soldiers, four corporals and a sergeant
Mate Mané Bento, only you were missing
At Ms. Joaninha's forró in Caruaru
Mate Mané Bento, only you were missing
