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Portuguese
Um repoludo gaiteiro,
de pano sedã vestido,
como um príncipe cumprido,
carinhoso e falangueiro,
antre os moços o pirmeiro
e nas siudades sem par,
tinha costume em cantar
alô pola manhãzinha:
- Com esta minha gaitinha
-às nenas hei de enganhar.
Sempre pola vila entrava
com aquel de senhorio;
sempre com pojante brio
co tambor se acompassava;
e se na gaita soprava,
era tãe dosse soprar,
que bem fixera em cantar
alô pola manhãzinha:
- Com esta minha gaitinha
-às nenas hei de enganhar.
Todas por el reloucavam,
todas por el se morriam;
se o tinham cerca, sorriam;
se o tinham longe, choravam.
Mal pecado! Nõe coidavam
que c'aquel seu frolear
tinha costume em cantar
alô pola manhãzinha:
- Com esta minha gaitinha
-às nenas hei de enganhar.
Caminho da romeria,
debaixo dumha figueira,
quanta meninha solteira
Quero-te, lhe repetia...!
E el ca gaita respondia
por a todas emboucar,
pois bem fixera em cantar
alô pola manhãzcinha :
- Com esta minha gaitinha
-às nenas hei de enganhar.
Elas louquinhas bailavam
e por junta del corriam
cegas..., cegas, que nõe viam
as espinhas que as cercavam;
probes palomas, buscavam
a luz que as iva queimar,
pois que el soupera cantar
alô pola manhãzinha:
- Ao som da minha gaitinha
-às nenas hei de enganhar.
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Nas festas quanto contento!
Quanta risa nas fiadas!
Todas, todas, namoradas,
deram-lhe o seu pensamento.
E el que, de amores sedento,
quixo a todas enganhar,
quando as veu dimpois chorar,
cantava nas manhãzinhas:
- Nõe seam elas tolinhas:
-nõe venham ao meu tocar |
English
A happy-go-lucky gaiteiro
In typical silken costume
Is always dressed like a prince
Charming, friendly and talkative
Among young men he’s first
In the cities had no equal
Had the custom to sing
Very early in the morning:
- With this gaita of mine,
- All the girls I will mislead
Always the village he entered
With airs of royalty;
Always pushing with elagance
Hitting the drum the hardest:
And if the gaita he was playing,
It’s playing was so sweet
That he wanted to sing
Very early in the morning;
- With this gaita of mine,
- All the girls I will mislead
All the girls wanted him
All will die for him
If he was close by, they smiled
If he was far, they cried.
They were commiting no sin
For he was like a prince
And had that thing about singing
Very early in the morning:
- With this gaita of mine,
- All the girls I will mislead.
On the road to the fair,
Underneath a fig tree,
He was singing to the single girls
“I want you!” he repeated
And with the gaita he responded
To enchant all of them
And he did well by singing,
Very early in the morning:
- With this gaita of mine,
- All the girls I will mislead
The girls were dancing crazily
And around him they all ran
Blind…blind they could not see
The thorns all around them
Poor doves, they were looking
For a light that would burn them
Because he knew how to sing
Very early in the morning:
- With this gaita of mine
- All the girls I will mislead
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At the fairs I sing happily
Laughing at all the parties
All the girls were in love
Gave him their thoughts
And he that thirsted for love
Wanted to mislead all of them
When he saw them crying
He sang in the morning:
- Don’t be crazy:
- Don’t come to my playing
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