Bochincho

To a gossip, once
I arrived out of curiosity
That addiction is like scabies
Never stops, nor settles down
Ball for the right people

I saw right away that it wasn't
In the spring night
The voice of a tango stuttered
And I'm crazy about fandango
I don't even paint for cornmeal!

I tied my long bay
On a branch of a guamirim tree
I've been like this since I was a kid
I don't play or make it easy
I don't believe in witches

But there are, there are!
I'm from the coast of Uruguay
My dear old pay
And, for being unprepared
There are so many boys without fathers

At the Santa Fe ranch
Made of wattle and daub, clay
In a guest's jerk
I will find myself in the mess
The chinaredo with a ball

In the smoky environment
A lamp, right in the center
In a twilight of dawn
For those who arrived from outside
I could barely see inside

I got my hands on a tiangaça
That crossed my side
And it already comes out mixed up
Between the dust and the smoke
Oh, beautiful China!

Brunette from all over the clime
Those from the Brazilian market
With the smell of lye
That when you lift an eyelash
Even the night is illuminated

A mix of devil and saint
And with the air of someone who owns it
And a taste of time
That brings water to the throat
And I stuck to the percanta

Same as a tick!
And the bagpiper was a mulatto
That even played while sleeping
And the harmonica whined
How to date a cat

The old harmonica groaned
Sometimes I almost stopped
Suddenly he woke up
And in a van he got lost!
And I against the soft skin

Of that dark body
I felt the world was small
Pumping, full of rapture
Two eyes, clover flowers
With splashes of dew

But all good things must come to an end
An old saying has come true
I, who danced along
In the sweet arms of China
I heard it fleetingly

A kind of neigh
He was the owner of the gossip
Half octave in a corner
Who looked at me with astonishment
More serious than a capinch

It was he who came
Well, if the pinguancha was his
Huffing and puffing
As owner of the rodeo
He wanted to break me in half

With a dagger heel
If it catches me, it ruins me!
It even raised a speck!
But it's not for nothing, chomisco
That I'm from São Luiz Gonzaga!

Middle in the crook of the arm
I managed to remove the cut
But I almost got in trouble
Because there was little space
But I felt the heat of the steel

And the heat of the steel burns!
I got up without fanfare
Because of the insult
And I released my bull brand
In a dreadful
Good afternoon

I have seen ugly things
I have seen Jewishness
But today it still gives me goosebumps
Remembering that fight
Maybe whoever hears it won't believe it

But I saw it being born, in the neck
From the Indian with the loud roar
Like a red ribbon
And from the lip to the ear
The bone was flashing!

The Indian was a bull Indian
But even a bull kneels!
Cut from lip to ear
It piled up like a leather
And, friends, it was a blast

One of those that was scary!
The chinaredo was shocked
And that was a joke!
It even looked like a mare
Shooting in a meadow

There is no one to paint the portrait
A roar when it bursts
Clink of dagger, spur
And shouts of contempt
Forty-four screams

From every corner of the room
And the old baguala harmonica
In a slow van
Doing follow-up
From the bullet turumbamba!

It's China that's getting messed up
Swirling at the door
And crooked guampa xiru
That comes straight to the window
In a scream from the top of your lungs

In a maddening scream
The Indian who does not guarantee himself
Seeing blood, he is terrified
And if you send it out of the field
Taking it all forward!

I am a believer in divinity
I'll die when God wants
But, friends, if I say
It's even dangerously true
In that barbarity

Fleeing from Chinaredo
Of screams and bullets whizzing by
The bagpiper oblivious to everything
He played a clinudo xotes
Almost half asleep already!

And things went like this
I balanced the situation
Almost out of ammunition
And everyone's shooting at me
What would be my end?

I suddenly realized
I will not stay for seed
But I like to travel the world!
They were waiting for me at the back
I walked out the front door

And from there, I took to the bush
Below shooting
I could still hear the flourish
From the mulatto's accordion
And, to make a long story short

I went over to the other side
I swam across Uruguay
That my zanho was a capincho
And the story of this ruckus
It's part of my past

What about China?

This question is asked to me
Every time I recite
It's something I complain about
And I think it's even an insult
I don't think it's right

And I can't even understand it
I, in fearful danger
From a Brazilian situation
Everyone asks about China
And nobody cares about me!

And China, I never saw it again
In my gauderia I walk
I only see her in my dreams
In a barbaric frenzy
Maybe it's out there

In the rodeo of the heights
Or maybe, in the early hours of the morning
Be a xirua star
The kind that bathes naked
In the mirror of waters