Feira de Mangaio
Fumo de rolo, arreio de cangalha
Eu tenho pra vender, quem quer comprar
Bolo de milho, broa e cocada
Eu tenho pra vender, quem quer comprar
Pé de moleque, alecrim, canela
Moleque sai daqui me deixa trabalhar
E Zé saiu correndo pra feira dos pássaros
E foi pássaro voando pra todo lugar
Tinha uma vendinha no canto da rua, onde o mangaieiro ia se animar
Tomar uma bicada com lambú assado, e olhar pra Maria do Joá
Tinha uma vendinha no canto da rua, onde o mangaieiro ia se animar
Tomar uma bicada com lambú assado, e olhar pra Maria do Joá
Cabresto de cavalo e rabichola
Eu tenho pra vender, quem quer comprar
Farinha, rapadura e graviola
Eu tenho pra vender, quem quer comprar
Pavio de candeeiro, panela de barro
Menino vou me embora, tenho que voltar
Xaxar o meu roçado que nem boi de carro
Alpargata de arrasto não quer me levar
Porque tem um Sanfoneiro no canto da rua, fazendo floreio pra gente dançar
Tem Zefa de Purcina fazendo renda, e o ronco do fole sem parar
Porque tem um Sanfoneiro no canto da rua, fazendo floreio pra gente dançar
Tem Zefa de Purcina fazendo renda, e o ronco do fole sem parar
Mango Fair
Rolling tobacco, pack saddle
I have to sell, who wants to buy
Corn cake, cornbread, and coconut sweet
I have to sell, who wants to buy
Peanut brittle, rosemary, cinnamon
Kid, get out of here, let me work
And Zé ran to the bird market
And became a bird flying everywhere
There was a little shop on the corner, where the mango seller would cheer up
Have a drink with roasted lamb, and look at Maria from Joá
There was a little shop on the corner, where the mango seller would cheer up
Have a drink with roasted lamb, and look at Maria from Joá
Horse bridle and rope
I have to sell, who wants to buy
Flour, molasses, and soursop
I have to sell, who wants to buy
Lantern wick, clay pot
Boy, I'm leaving, I have to go back
To hoe my field like an ox pulling a cart
Dragging sandals don't want to take me
Because there's an accordion player on the corner, playing tunes for us to dance
There's Zefa from Purcina making lace, and the accordion's roar nonstop
Because there's an accordion player on the corner, playing tunes for us to dance
There's Zefa from Purcina making lace, and the accordion's roar nonstop
Escrita por: Glorinha Gadelha / Sivuca