Ciro Beiço
O Ciro desde guri, tocava no mesmo tranco
Bochincho que ele animava, chegava a fazê remanso
Mas quando falava em beiço disfarçava e dava ranço
Pois se lembrava da infância, quando morou lá na estância
E ele que não era manso, perdeu o beiço de baixo
Numa bicada de ganso
Oigalê fandango macho, que a pouco te vi dançando
E o gaiteiro ciro beiço ai que tocava se babando
Peludiava na cordeona, puxando uma quatro soco
Prá dançar num baile desse só borracho ou meio louco
A cordeona nos seus braços, era coruja no oco
E o velho quide cantava lá num canto meio rouco
Na salita da bailanta, só piscando pras guria
Juca basto, pandeirista num couro seco batia
Lá no meio do salão, Bitifarra abria o peito
Meus senhores e senhoras vai tocar o dom Ciro Beiço
E passe o beiço, e passe o beiço, e me deixe o beiço passar
Aonde toca este velho Ciro Beiço
O pessoal que tá sem troco vai entrando sem pagar
Já se amorou, carcou, passaram o beiço bem no meio do salão
É o velho Ciro, que tá dizendo
Que os rapa chegue nas moça e que as muié não de carão
A cordeona era reiúna, num contra lado de lata
E a baixaria roncava que nem leitão nas batatas
Duas horas demoravam num vanerão sem retovo
E tinha gente que dormia e que voltava dançar de novo
E assim nasceu a história desse cuento tão estranho
Por causa de um ganso macho que peleava no rebanho
Se as guria não dançasse, só ficasse no arreganho
O velho Ciro ficava com o beiço deste tamanho
Ciro Beiço
Ciro since he was a kid, played in the same rhythm
The gathering he livened up, could even make it calm
But when he talked about his lip, he disguised it and got upset
Because he remembered his childhood, when he lived on the ranch
And he, who wasn't gentle, lost his lower lip
In a goose peck
Oigalê macho fandango, that I saw you dancing recently
And the accordionist Ciro Beiço, oh how he played drooling
He played the accordion, pulling a four-beat
To dance in a party only a drunk or half-crazy
The accordion in his arms, was an owl in the hollow
And the old quide sang there in a somewhat hoarse corner
In the dance hall, just winking at the girls
Juca Basto, the pandeiro player, hit a dry leather
In the middle of the hall, Bitifarra opened his chest
Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for Dom Ciro Beiço to play
And pass the lip, and pass the lip, and let my lip pass
Wherever this old Ciro Beiço plays
People who are broke can come in without paying
They've already paired up, hooked up, passed the lip right in the middle of the hall
It's old Ciro, who's saying
That the guys should approach the girls and the ladies shouldn't be shy
The accordion was wheezing, on the other side of the tin
And the brawl was roaring like a pig in the potatoes
Two hours passed in a vanerão without a break
And there were people who fell asleep and then danced again
And so the story of this strange tale was born
Because of a male goose that fought in the herd
If the girls didn't dance, just stood there gaping
Old Ciro's lip would end up this big