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Pelo Telefone

O chefe da folia
Pelo telefone manda me avisar
Que com alegria
Não se questione para se brincar
 
Ai, ai, ai
É deixar mágoas pra trás, ó rapaz
Ai, ai, ai
Fica triste se és capaz e verás
 
Tomara que tu apanhe
Pra não tornar fazer isso
Tirar amores dos outros
Depois fazer teu feitiço
 
Ai, se a rolinha, sinhô, sinhô
Se embaraçou, sinhô, sinhô
É que a avezinha, sinhô, sinhô
Nunca sambou, sinhô, sinhô
Porque este samba, sinhô, sinhô
De arrepiar, sinhô, sinhô
Põe perna bamba, sinhô, sinhô
Mas faz gozar, sinhô, sinhô
 
O peru me disse
Se o morcego visse
Não fazer tolice
Que eu então saísse
Dessa esquisitice
De disse-não-disse
 
Ah! ah! ah!
Aí está o canto ideal, triunfal
Ai, ai, ai
Viva o nosso carnaval sem rival
 
Se quem tira o amor dos outros
Por deus fosse castigado
O mundo estava vazio
E o inferno habitado
 
Queres ou não, sinhô, sinhô
Vir pro cordão, sinhô, sinhô
É ser folião, sinhô, sinhô
De coração, sinhô, sinhô
Porque este samba, sinhô, sinhô
De arrepiar, sinhô, sinhô
Põe perna bamba, sinhô, sinhô
Mas faz gozar, sinhô, sinhô
 
Quem for bom de gosto
Mostre-se disposto
Não procure encosto
Tenha o riso posto
Faça alegre o rosto
Nada de desgosto
 
Ai, ai, ai
Dança o samba
Com calor, meu amor
Ai, ai, ai
Pois quem dança
Não tem dor nem calor
 
Μετάφραση

By The Telephone

The chief of the revelry
By the telephone orders to inform me
That with joy
One doesn't question in order to play
 
Ay, ay, ay
One is to leave remorse behind, o lad
Ay, ay, ay
Sadden yourself if you are able and you will see
 
I hope you get biffed
So you won't do this again
Taking away loved ones from the others
After casting your spell
 
Ay, if the (tropical) dove*, sir, sir**
Got embarressed, sir, sir
It is because the little birdie, sir, sir
Had never danced samba, sir, sir
Because this samba, sir, sir
That gives goosebumps, sir, sir
Leaves the legs wobbly, sir, sir
But makes one delight, sir, sir
 
The turkey told me
If the bat would have seen
Doing no silliness
That then I should leave
This weirdness
Of what was said or was not said
 
Ah! ah! ah!
There is the perfect spot, triumphal
Ay, ay, ay
Long live our carnival without a rival
 
If the one who takes away the loved one from the others
Was punished by god
The world would have been void
And the hell inhabited
 
Whether you want it or not, sir, sir
Joining the block***, sir, sir
Is being a carnival reveler, sir, sir
From the heart, sir, sir
Because this samba, sir, sir
That gives goosebumps, sir, sir
Leaving the legs wobbly, sir, sir
But makes one delight, sir, sir
 
Who's got a good taste
Show yourself disposed
Do not seek place to rest
Have the smile on
Make the face joyful
Show no distaste
 
Ay, ay, ay
Dance the samba
With fever, my love
Ay, ay, ay
For the one who dances
Neither pain nor heat he senses
 
Σχόλια
marcos.sullivanmarcos.sullivan    Σάβ, 19/05/2018 - 11:31

Thanks. I think translating "sinhô" as "sir" might sound a bit more natural though.

Nadejda SilvaNadejda Silva    Σάβ, 19/05/2018 - 13:20

Excellent. I agree with you and will change it with sir. Thanks