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Serrote AgudoSharp Ridge

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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Passando em Serrote Agudo

Em viagem incontinente

Vendo a sua solidão

Saí pesando na mente


Eu vou fazer um estudo

Prá contar á miúdo

Quem já foi Serrote Agudo

Quem está sendo no presente


Já foi um reino encantado

Foi berço considerado

Quem conheceu seu passado

Acha muito diferente


Aonde o touro em manada

Berrava cavando o chão

Fazendo revolução

Nos tempos época de trovoada


Dando berros enraivado

Por achar-se enciumado

Do seu rebanho afastado

Vacas que lhe pertenciam


A sombra do Juazeiro

Já lhe esperando o vaqueiro

Com seu cachorro trigueiro

Como seu grande vigia


Vaqueiros e moradores

Encantos, belezas mil

Onde reinavam os fugores

De um major forte e viril


Rico, porém animado

Fazia festa de gado

Onde o vaqueiro afamado

Campeava todo dia


Hoje sem Major sem nada

Só se ver porta fechada

Não se vê mais vaquejada

Não reina mais alegria

Translation

Passing through Serrote Agudo

On an immediate journey

Seeing its loneliness

I left pondering


I'm going to do a study

To tell in detail

Who Serrote Agudo once was

Who it is in the present


It was once an enchanted kingdom

It was a respected cradle

Whoever knew its past

Finds it very different


Where the bull in a herd

Bellowed digging the ground

Making a revolution

In the times of thunderstorms


Giving enraged bellows

For feeling jealous

Of his herd separated

Cows that belonged to him


In the shade of the Juazeiro

The vaqueiro already waiting there

With his wheat-colored dog

As his great guard


Vaqueiros and residents

Charms, a thousand beauties

Where the splendors reigned

Of a strong and virile Major


Rich, yet lively

He held cattle festivals

Where the famous vaqueiro

Competed every day


Today without Major, without anything

Only closed doors are seen

No more vaquejada is seen

Joy no longer reigns

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