Composer: Targino Gondim, Roberto Malvezzi, Nilton Freittas
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The English translation is below the Portuguese lyrics
Full lyrics
Corre um boato na beira do rio
Que o velho Chico pode morrer
Virar riacho e correr Pro nada
Viajando por temporada
Quando a chuva do meu Deus
Dará chegar, dará chegar
Já dizia Frei Luiz de Xiquexique
Quão chique é ter
Um rio pra nadar a correr
Quão chique é ter
Um rio pra pescar e pra beber
Não deixe morrer
Não deixe o rio morrer
Se não que será de mim
Que só tenho esse rio pra viver
Que será
Que será de mim
Que será de José serafim
Qual será o destino do menino
Que nasceu e cresceu aprendendo a pescar surubim
Não deixe morrer
Não deixe o rio morrer
Se não morre o ribeirinho
De fome, de sede, de sei lá o quê
Se não morre o ribeirinho
De fome, de sede, de sei lá o quê.
Translation
A rumor runs along the riverbank
That old Chico might die
Turn into a stream and run to nowhere
Traveling for a season
When the rain from my God
Will arrive, will arrive
Friar Luiz de Xiquexique used to say
How chic it is to have
A river to swim in, running
How chic it is to have
A river to fish in and to drink from
Don't let it die
Don't let the river die
Otherwise, what will become of me
Who only has this river to live by
What will become
What will become of me
What will become of José serafim
What will be the fate of the boy
Who was born and grew up learning to fish surubim
Don't let it die
Don't let the river die
Otherwise, the river dweller dies
From hunger, from thirst, from who knows what
Otherwise, the river dweller dies
From hunger, from thirst, from who knows what.
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