Vida Boa
Eu queria vida boa
Mansinha que nem garoa de sabor igual à uva
Queria vida folgada debaixo de uma ramada
Dormindo em dia de chuva
Ia morar numa légua
Tendo um vinho bom eu passava bem o ano
Ia dançar nas reúna tomando sempre alguma
Eu nunca entrava pro cano
Eu ia morar em Caxia
Lá nunca faltou guria lá a vida é cem por cento
Bem no meio da semana se me sobrava uma grana
Ia passear lá em Bento
Sentado numa varanda escuto o rádio que manda uma canção do Anzolin
Garrafão tá bem no meio
Garrafão que tava cheio
Garrafão que vai pro fim
Que bom terra de Caxia
Lindas guria de sonho bom
Se o pai dessa moça é gringo
Eu amarro o pingo e aperto a mão
Eu queria vida boa mansinha que nem garoa de sabor igual a uva
Queria vida folgada debaixo de uma ramada
Dormindo em dia de chuva
Manjar polenta e radicci meu Deus quanto apetite
Não saía mais de lá
Cantando Lá verdinela deixo a mulher nas panelas
Vou ver as bambinas passar
Vou ter que morar em Caxia
Good Life
I wanted a good life
As gentle as a drizzle with a flavor similar to grapes
I wanted a comfortable life under a tree
Sleeping on a rainy day
I was going to live a league away
Having a good wine would make me get through the year well
I would go dancing at the meetings, always having some
I would never go down the drain
I was going to live in Caxia
There was never a lack of girls there, life there is one hundred percent
Right in the middle of the week if I had some money left
I was going for a walk in Bento
Sitting on a balcony I listen to the radio playing a song by Anzolin
The bottle is right in the middle
Bottle that was full
Bottle that goes to the end
How good is the land of Caxia
Beautiful girls with good dreams
If this girl's father is a foreigner
I tie the drop and shake the hand
I wanted a good life, as gentle as a drizzle, with a flavor like grapes
I wanted a comfortable life under a tree
Sleeping on a rainy day
Polenta and radicchio delicacy, my God, I'm so hungry
I never left there again
Singing there verdinela I leave the woman in the pots
I'll watch the girls pass by
I'll have to live in Caxia