Santuário de Xucros
Assim começa um surungo mesclando fumaça e poeira
Porta do quarto entupida e a mulherada em fileira
Branca, morena e mulata, casada, viúva e solteira
Loucas pra coçar o garrão num manquejar de vaneira
(E nisso se ouve um grito: Indiada vocês me ouça)
(Dá uma folguita pros velhos e saiam de riba das moça)
Feito de cinza e cupim o chão batido da sala
Piso bom igual aquele granfino nenhum iguala
Santuário da tradição da xucra raça baguala
Parede de pau-a-pique, quincha furada de bala
E assim num torcer de queixo se guasqueia um contrapasso
Desses que torra a badana numa tarde de mormaço
E o chinaredo se gruda igual pepino no baraço
Vão empurrando as paletas e retovando o espinhaço
E quando o zóio da Lua vem me bombear nesse rancho
Na cordeona duas falas numa vaneira eu remancho
Raiz de cerne pampeano, o qual no tronco eu me arrancho
No lombo do verso xucro com capricho eu me esgancho
À meia-noite uma polca das damas pra o arremate
Pra ver quem gosta de quem e o verso faz o combate
Depois vão lá pra cozinha pra descansar o alcatre
Pra comer feijão mexido e guerrudo com chá de mate
Xucros Sanctuary
So begins a surungo mixing smoke and dust
The bedroom door blocked and the women in a row
White, brown, and mulatto, married, widowed, and single
Crazy to scratch the itch in a vaneira limp
(And then a shout is heard: Folks, listen to me)
(Give the old folks a break and get off the girls)
Made of ash and termite the beaten floor of the room
Floor as good as no fancy one can match
Sanctuary of the tradition of the rough bagual race
Wattle-and-daub wall, bullet-riddled thatch
And so in a twist of the chin, a counterstep is danced
One that burns the skin on a scorching afternoon
And the crowd sticks together like a cucumber on the rope
Pushing the shoulders and shaking the spine
And when the Moon's eye comes to spy on me in this ranch
On the accordion, two lines, in a vaneira I rework
Root of Pampas heartwood, which on the trunk I cling to
On the back of the rough verse with care I hang
At midnight a polka from the ladies for the finale
To see who likes who and the verse makes the combat
Then they go to the kitchen to rest the backside
To eat mixed and hearty beans with mate tea