Composer: Luiz Gonzaga
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The English translation is below the Portuguese lyrics
Full lyrics
Seu delegado, digo a vossa
senhoria
Eu sou fio de uma famia
Que não gosta de fuá
Mas tresantontem
No forró de Mané Vito
Tive que fazer bonito
A razão vou lhe explicar
Bitola no Ganzá
Preá no reco-reco
Na sanfona de Zé Marreco
Se danaram pra tocar
Praqui, prali, pra lá
Dançava com Rosinha
Quando o Zeca de Sianinha
Me proibiu de dançar
Seu delegado, sem encrenca
eu não brigo
Se ninguém bulir comigo
Num sou homem pra brigar
Mas nessa festa
Seu dotô, perdi a carma
Tive que pegá nas arma
Pois num gosto de apanhar
Pra Zeca se assombrar
Mandei parar o fole
Mas o cabra num é mole
Quis partir pra me pegar
Puxei do meu punhá
Soprei o candieiro
Botei tudo pro terreiro
Fiz o samba se acabar.
Translation
Mr. Delegate, I tell your honor
I am the son of a family
That doesn't like trouble
But the day before yesterday
At Mané Vito's forró dance
I had to do what was right
I'll explain the reason to you
Bitola on the Ganzá
Preá on the reco-reco
On Zé Marreco's accordion
They went wild playing
Here, there, over there
I was dancing with Rosinha
When Zeca de Sianinha
Forbade me from dancing
Mr. Delegate, without trouble
I don't fight
If nobody messes with me
I'm not a man to fight
But at this party
Your honor, I lost my calm
I had to grab my weapons
Because I don't like to get beat up
For Zeca to be scared
I ordered to stop the bellows
But the guy isn't soft
He wanted to come at me
I pulled out my dagger
I blew out the oil lamp
I put everything out in the yard
I ended the samba.
