Martinho Da Vila — Chico Rei song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Chico Rei" by Martinho Da Vila.
Lyrics
Vivia no litoral africano
Uma régia tribo ordeira cujo rei era símbolo
De uma terra laboriosa e hospitaleira
Um dia, essa tranqüilidade sucumbiu
Quando os portugueses invadiram
Capturando homens
Para fazê-los escravos no Brasil
Na viagem agonizante
Houve gritos alucinantes
Lamentos de dor
Ô, ô, ô adeus, Baobá, ô, ô, ô
Ô, ô, ô adeus, meu Bengo, eu já vou
Ao longe, Minas jamais ouvia
Quando o rei mais confiante
Jurou à sua gente que um dia os libertaria
Chegando ao Rio de Janeiro
No mercado de escravos
Um rico fidalgo os comprou
E para Vila Rica os levou
A idéia do rei foi genial
Esconder o pó de ouro entre os cabelos
Assim fez seu pessoal
Todas as noites quando das minas regressavam
Iam à igreja e suas cabeças banhavam
Era o ouro depositado na pia
E guardado em outro lugar com garantia
Até completar a importância
Para comprar suas alforrias
Foram libertos cada um por sua vez
E assim foi que o rei
Sob o sol da liberdade trabalhou
E um pouco de terra ele comprou
Descobrindo ouro enriqueceu
Escolheu o nome de Francisco
E ao catolicismo se converteu
No ponto mais alto da cidade, Chico Rei
Com seu espírito de luz
Mandou construir uma igreja
E a denominou
Santa Efigênia do Alto da Cruz
Lyrics translation
Lived on the African coast
A royal ordeal tribe whose king was a symbol
From a laborious and hospitable land
One day, this tranquility succumbed
When the Portuguese invaded
Capturing men
To make them slaves in Brazil
On the agonizing journey
There were mind-blowing screams
Complaints of pain
Oh, oh, oh goodbye, Baobab, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh Goodbye, My Bengo, I'm coming
In the distance, Minas never heard
When the king more confident
He swore to his people that one day he would set them free
Coming to Rio de Janeiro
In the slave market
A rich fidalgo bought them
And to Vila Rica took them
The King's idea was genius
Hide the gold dust between the hair
So did his staff
Every night when they came back from the mines
They went to church and their heads bathed
It was the gold deposited in the sink
And stored elsewhere with warranty
Until you complete the importance
To buy your saddlebags
Were released each in turn
And so it was that the King
Under the sun of Freedom worked
And some land he bought
Discovering enriched gold
Chose the name of Francis
And to Catholicism he converted
At the highest point of the city, Chico Rei
With your spirit of light
He had a church built.
And called it
Holy effigy of the High Cross