Os Tambores De Minas
Era um, era dois, era cem
Mil tambores e as vozes do além
Morro velho, senzala, casa cheia
Repinica, rebate, revolteia
E trovão no céu é candeia
Era bumbo, era surdo e era caixa
Meia-volta e mais volta e meia
Pocotó, trem de ferro e uma luz
Procissão, chão de flores e Jesus
Bate forte até sangrar a mão
E batendo pelos que se foram
Ou batendo pelos que voltaram
Os tambores de Minas soarão
Seus tambores nunca se calaram
Era couro batendo e era lata
Era um sino com a nota exata
Pé no chão e as cadeiras da mulata
E o futuro nas mãos do menino
Batucando por fé e destino
Bate roupa em riacho a lavadeira
Ritmando de qualquer maneira
E por fim o tambor da musculatura
O tum-tum ancestral do coração
Quando chega a febre ninguém segura
Bate forte até sangrar a mão
Os tambores de Minas soarão
Seus tambores nunca se calaram
Os tambores de Minas soarão
Seus tambores nunca se calaram
Seus tambores...
The Drums of Minas
It was one, it was two, it was a hundred
Thousand drums and voices from beyond
Old hill, slave quarters, full house
Repinica, rebound, swirl
And thunder in the sky is a lantern
It was bass drum, it was bass and it was snare
About-face and more about-face
Pocotó, iron train and a light
Procession, ground of flowers and Jesus
Beat hard until the hand bleeds
And beating for those who have gone
Or beating for those who have returned
The drums of Minas will sound
Their drums never fell silent
It was leather beating and it was tin
It was a bell with the exact note
Foot on the ground and the mulatto's chairs
And the future in the hands of the boy
Drumming for faith and destiny
Beating clothes in the stream the washerwoman
Rhythming in any way
And finally the drum of musculature
The ancestral thump-thump of the heart
When the fever comes, no one holds back
Beat hard until the hand bleeds
The drums of Minas will sound
Their drums never fell silent
The drums of Minas will sound
Their drums never fell silent
Their drums...
Escrita por: Márcio Borges / Milton Nascimento