Tropeiros
"O romantismo rendeu versos ao gaudério e a história decantou
bandeirantes mas foram eles, os birivas, que fizeram
a integração destes povoados tão distantes"
João Miguel era tropeiro gastou a vida na estrada
Levando mulada chucra do Rio Grande a Sorocaba
Aprendeu nas arribadas que a sorte a gente é que faz
Um biriva de vergonha não deixa mula pra trás
O facão sorocabano levado sem aparato
O chapéu de abas largas as botas de cano alto
O trajar era modesto, mas a mirada era altiva
Subindo ou descendo a serra João Miguel era biriva
(Bota n'água esta madrinha, madrinheiro
Que a tropa vai seguindo enfileirada
Vou na balsa segurando o meu cargueiro
Com as bruacas de paçoca bem socada)
Maria murchou na vida de casa e cabo de enxada
Com um olho nas crianças e o outro fitando a estrada
João Miguel virou lembrança na cruz à beira da trilha
E Maria foi plantada lá no alto da coxilha
João Miguel era tropeiro, seus netos tropeiros são
De esperanças mal domadas que desgarrando se vão
A esperança madrinha segue na frente entonada
E seu cargueiro de sonhos traz a bruaca lotada
Troopers
"Romanticism gave verses to the gaucho and history sang
bandeirantes but it was them, the birivas, who made
the integration of these distant villages"
João Miguel was a trooper spent his life on the road
Taking wild mules from Rio Grande to Sorocaba
He learned in the corrals that luck is what we make
A proud biriva doesn't leave a mule behind
The Sorocabano machete carried without fanfare
The wide-brimmed hat, the high boots
The attire was modest, but the gaze was proud
Going up or down the mountain João Miguel was a biriva
(Put water in this godmother, godfather
As the troop follows in line
I'm on the ferry holding my cargo
With the bags of crushed paçoca)
Maria withered in life from home and hoe
With one eye on the children and the other on the road
João Miguel became a memory on the cross by the trail
And Maria was planted up on the hill
João Miguel was a trooper, his grandchildren are troopers too
Of barely tamed hopes that go astray
The godmother of hope leads the way singing
And his cargo of dreams brings the bag full
Escrita por: Leo Almeida / Nilo Bairros De Brum