A Buscar Guarida
Sempre que alçou a perna
Teve campeando onde bolear
Era gente dessa gente
Que tem léguas no olhar
Numa parelha de mouros
Que cismavam em não tranquear
Só pedia pouso aos senhores
E um canto pra desencilhar
No outro dia bem cedo
Trocava de mouro o destino
Chapéu tapeado, ia embora
Ficando o rastro do peregrino
Tinha poncho pra chuva e frio
E sonhos pra toda vida
Tinha o coração aberto
E alma inquieta a buscar guarida
Tinha poncho pra chuva e frio
E sonhos pra toda vida
Tinha o coração aberto
E alma inquieta a buscar guarida
Um dos sonhos era ter seu rancho
Com belas flores e um jardim
Com uma linda na espera
Pra busca inquieta ter seu fim
Na ânsia louca de realizar
Os sonhos que ele almejou
O coração já vinha ao tranco
E da distância se cansou
Só achou o rumo certo
Quando partiu pra vida eterna
Deixou os mouros no campo aberto
E pra sempre boleou a perna
Tinha poncho pra chuva e frio
E sonhos pra toda vida
Tinha o coração aberto
E alma inquieta a buscar guarida
Tinha poncho pra chuva e frio
E sonhos pra toda vida
Tinha o coração aberto
E alma inquieta a buscar guarida
Sem escrituras nem flores
Ficou uma cruz cravada
Apenas uma simples lembrança
De quem viveu e morreu na estrada
Searching for Shelter
Every time he lifted his leg
He was roaming where to roll
It was people of that kind
Who have miles in their eyes
In a pair of dark horses
That insisted on not calming down
He only asked for a place from the lords
And a spot to unhitch
The next day bright and early
He changed his horse's fate
Hat pulled low, he was off
Leaving the trail of a wanderer
He had a poncho for rain and cold
And dreams for a lifetime
He had an open heart
And a restless soul searching for shelter
He had a poncho for rain and cold
And dreams for a lifetime
He had an open heart
And a restless soul searching for shelter
One of the dreams was to have his ranch
With beautiful flowers and a garden
With a lovely girl waiting
To finally end his restless search
In the crazy urge to achieve
The dreams he longed for
His heart was already racing
And he grew tired of the distance
He only found the right path
When he set off for eternal life
Left the dark horses in the open field
And forever rolled his leg
He had a poncho for rain and cold
And dreams for a lifetime
He had an open heart
And a restless soul searching for shelter
He had a poncho for rain and cold
And dreams for a lifetime
He had an open heart
And a restless soul searching for shelter
Without scriptures or flowers
There was just a cross planted
Just a simple reminder
Of someone who lived and died on the road
Escrita por: Marquito F. Da Costa / Filipi Coelho