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Rooster from Missions

Pedro Ortaça

Galo Missioneiro

Eu já cantei nas cabritas, sacudi os guabijús
Dancei com changa gasguita, escapei de sururu
Desatei tope de fita, tirei caroço de angu
Sem nunca perder de vista o velho estilo xirú

O meu canto, eu justifico nanando China bonita
Nas bailantas onde fico olhando as flores das chitas
Não boto banca de rico, sou mais arteiro que artista
Porém, onde eu abro o bico, outro galo abaixa a crista

Por isso trago do Jaime
As bandeiras e os cavalos
Do Apparício, o Rio Grande
Neste meu timbre de galo

Eu tenho faixa no cós d'uma bombacha baguala
E um lenço cheio de nós da mesma color do pala
Os galitos carijós batendo as asas na fala
Porém, onde eu solto a voz, até canário se cala

Não gargareja cristal quem tem a garganta roca
Mas meu canto regional tem som de madeira tosca
Não me encolho pra cardeal, rouxinol é coisa pouca
Por que o Rillo e o Braun versejam na minha boca

Por isso trago do Jaime
As bandeiras e os cavalos
Do Apparício, o Rio Grande
Neste meu timbre de galo

Por isso trago do Jaime
As bandeiras e os cavalos
Do Apparício, o Rio Grande
Neste meu timbre de galo

Rooster from Missions

I have sung among the goats, shaken the guava trees
Danced with the changa gasguita, escaped from the commotion
Unraveled ribbon knots, removed corn kernels
Without ever losing sight of the old xirú style

My singing, I justify it by lulling the beautiful China
In the dances where I stay watching the flowers of the chitas
I don't act like a rich man, I'm more mischievous than an artist
However, where I speak up, another rooster lowers its crest

That's why I bring from Jaime
The flags and the horses
From Apparício, the Rio Grande
In this rooster-like tone of mine

I have a sash on the waistband of a baggy pants
And a handkerchief full of knots of the same color as the poncho
The little brown roosters flapping their wings in speech
However, where I raise my voice, even the canary falls silent

One does not gargle crystal with a hoarse throat
But my regional singing has the sound of rough wood
I don't shrink back for a cardinal, a nightingale is nothing
Because Rillo and Braun verse in my mouth

That's why I bring from Jaime
The flags and the horses
From Apparício, the Rio Grande
In this rooster-like tone of mine

That's why I bring from Jaime
The flags and the horses
From Apparício, the Rio Grande
In this rooster-like tone of mine

Escrita por: Pedro Ortaça / Vaine Darde