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Luiz Gonzaga

Tropeiros De BorboremaDrovers of Borborema

Luiz Gonzaga · RCA 100 Anos De Música - Luiz Gonzaga RCA 100 Years of Music - Luiz Gonzaga (2001)

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Composer: Luiz Gonzaga

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Estala relho marvado'

Recordar hoje é meu tema

Quero é rever os antigos

Tropeiros da Borborema


São tropas de burros que vem do sertão

Trazendo seus fardos de pele e algodão

O passo moroso só a fome galopa

Pois tudo atropela os passos da tropa


O duro chicote cortando seus lombos

Os cascos feridos nas pedras aos tombos

A sede, a poeira, o Sol que desaba

Oh, longo caminho que nunca se acaba


Estala relho marvado'

Recordar hoje é meu tema

Quero é rever os antigos

Tropeiros da Borborema


Assim caminhavam as tropas cansadas

E os bravos tropeiros buscando pousada

Nos ranchos e aguados dos tempos de outrora

Saindo mais cedo que a barra da aurora


Riqueza da terra é que tanto se expande

E se hoje se chama de Campina Grande

Foi grande por eles que foram os primeiros

Ó tropas de burros, ó velhos tropeiros


Pega o acero da rua medalha

Tu nunca visse luz eterna

Tarás' feito muié' dama quando vê cacheiro viajando

Te apruma medalha

Translation

The wicked whip cracks!

Remembering today is my theme

I want to revisit the old

Tropeiros of Borborema


They are troops of donkeys coming from the sertão

Bringing their loads of hide and cotton

The slow pace, only hunger gallops

For everything overwhelms the steps of the troop


The hard whip cutting their backs

The hooves wounded on the tumbling stones

The thirst, the dust, the Sun that beats down

Oh, long road that never ends


The wicked whip cracks!

Remembering today is my theme

I want to revisit the old

Tropeiros of Borborema


Thus walked the tired troops

And the brave tropeiros seeking lodging

In the ranches and watering holes of yesteryear

Leaving earlier than the break of dawn


The richness of the land is what expands so much

And if today it is called Campina Grande

It was great because of them, who were the first

Oh troops of donkeys, oh old tropeiros


Grab the street's edge, Medalha

You never saw eternal light

You will be like a lady woman when you see a traveling salesman

Straighten yourself up, Medalha

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