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Luiz Gonzaga

Meu PadrimMy Godfather (affectionate)

Luiz Gonzaga · Aboios & Vaquejadas, Nos Caminhos da Fé e São João Na Roça Aboios & Vaquejadas, On the Paths of Faith and São João in the Countryside (2014)

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Composer: Luiz Gonzaga

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Ai meu Padrim

Meu Padrim Frei Damião

Ai meu Padrim

Me dê sua benção

Ai meu Padrim

Meu Padrim Frei Damião


No Nordeste, quando há seca

Ninguém agüenta viver

Sofre o pobre, sofre o rico

E o céu nada de chover

O caboclo nordestino

Tem um grande coração

Deixa a roça, deixa tudo

Vai ouvir Frei Damião


Meu Padrim como é triste

Ver morrer tantos anjinhos

Ai, comendo o xique-xique

Não agüentaram, os pobrezinhos

Enquanto os nordestinos

Comem fogo que nem sapo

O dinheiro da emergência

Muita gente enche o papo


Meu Padrim, o Senhor sabe

O nordestino é bonzinho

Mas quando ele se assanha

É pior que porco espinho

Rogue a Deus que lhes proteja

Muito grande a sua voz

Peça sempre à Mãe de Deus

Paciência a todos nós

Translation

Oh my Padrim

My Padrim Frei Damião

Oh my Padrim

Give me your blessing

Oh my Padrim

My Padrim Frei Damião


In the Northeast, when there is drought

No one can bear to live

The poor suffer, the rich suffer

And the sky does not rain at all

The Northeastern caboclo

Has a big heart

Leaves the farm, leaves everything

Goes to listen to Frei Damião


My Padrim, how sad it is

To see so many little angels die

Oh, eating the xique-xique

They couldn't bear it, the poor little ones

While the Northeasterners

Eat fire like a frog

The emergency money

Many people fill their bellies


My Padrim, you know

The Northeasterner is good-hearted

But when he gets riled up

He's worse than a porcupine

Pray to God to protect them

Your voice is very great

Always ask the Mother of God

For patience for all of us

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