Bailanta do Fundão
A indiada bate coxa na bailanta do fundão
Se acolhera com as morochas na penumbra do lampião oi
A indiada bate coxa na bailanta do fundão
Se acolhera com as morochas na penumbra do lampião
Num tal de espicha e encolhe a gaitita se desmancha
Pelo trote deste fole até a noite pede cancha
A guampa cheia de canha, vai de um lado pro outro lado
E o chinaredo se assanha neste surungo largado
A indiada bate coxa na bailanta do fundão
Se acolhera com as morochas na penumbra do lampião oi
A indiada bate coxa na bailanta do fundão
Se acolhera com as morochas na penumbra do lampião
Numa prosa ao pé da orelha, o xiru roça o bigode
Na bochecha bem vermelha, da changa que se sacode
E prossegue o mano a mano a lo largo no galpão
Num tal de vamo-que-vamo na bailanta do fundão
A indiada bate coxa na bailanta do fundão
Se acolhera com as morochas na penumbra do lampião oi
A indiada bate coxa na bailanta do fundão
Se acolhera com as morochas na penumbra do lampião
Não existe China feia, nem gaudério remanchão
E quando a gaita corcoveia, todo mundo dá de mão
Quando o Sol ardendo em brasas no fundão dá os costados
Os casais se vão pra casa nesse cio dos namorados
Backcountry Dance
The folks clap their thighs at the backcountry dance
They shelter with the dark-haired girls in the lamplight's shadow
The folks clap their thighs at the backcountry dance
They shelter with the dark-haired girls in the lamplight's shadow
In a kind of stretch and squeeze, the little accordion falls apart
Through the trot of this bellows until the night asks for a break
The horn full of cane, goes from one side to the other side
And the commotion gets excited in this abandoned gathering
The folks clap their thighs at the backcountry dance
They shelter with the dark-haired girls in the lamplight's shadow
The folks clap their thighs at the backcountry dance
They shelter with the dark-haired girls in the lamplight's shadow
In a chat by the ear, the cowboy rubs his mustache
On the very red cheek, of the flask that shakes
And the mano a mano continues at length in the shed
In a kind of let's-go in the backcountry dance
The folks clap their thighs at the backcountry dance
They shelter with the dark-haired girls in the lamplight's shadow
The folks clap their thighs at the backcountry dance
They shelter with the dark-haired girls in the lamplight's shadow
There's no ugly China, nor clumsy cowboy
And when the accordion bucks, everyone gives up
When the Sun burning in embers in the backcountry shows its back
The couples go home in this heat of lovers
Escrita por: Airton Cabral / Vaine Darde