Língua De Trapo — Country Os Brancos song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Country Os Brancos" by Língua De Trapo.
Lyrics
Meu sonho era ir pro Velho Oeste
Dar uns tiros de pistola e de canhão
Fazer tudo o que o John Wayne fazia
Com as filha dos cacique valentão
Meu sonho era ser um texano
Dos bem bacano, o xerife mais temido
Daqueles que chega em casa e beija o cavalo
E na muié finca um tapão no pé do ouvido
Me lembro dos meus tempos de pixote
Nóis ia no cinema de domingo
Pra ver aqueles filme engajado
Dólar Furado, Bat Masterson e Ringo
O Rin-Tin-Tin era um big de um artista
Era racista, só mordia as indiarada
Porque nos filme bangue-bangue que se preza
Pele-vermelha sempre vira carne assada
Tirei passaporte pro Arizona
Meu sonho inda era ser caubói
Quando cheguei nos Estados Unidos
Fui recebido com as honra de um herói
Xerife me deu um revólver de prata
E disse: «mata quantos índio o senhor quisé
Porque aqui o cabra que mata mais índio
Tem por troféu a mais formosa das muié!»
Fui dando tiro a torto e a direito
Matei uns dez indígenas medonho
Casei com um muiérão de sete parmo
Despois mais carmo vi que tudo era um sonho
Eu nunca fui caubói no Arizona
Tô em Rondônia faz uns quatro mês ou mais
Não devo nada pros caubói que tem no Texas
Pois ando armado, a serviço da Funai
(Não devo nada pros caubói que tem no Texas
Moro em Brasília e sou filhinho de papai!)
Lyrics translation
My dream was to go to the Wild West
Give a gun and cannon shots
Doing everything John Wayne did
With the daughter of the bully cacique
My dream was to be a Texan
Of the very nice, the most feared Sheriff
Of those who comes home and kisses the horse
And in muié finca a tampon at the foot of the ear
I remember my pixote times
Nóis was going to the Sunday Movies
To see those movie engaged
Bored dollar, Bat Masterson and Ringo
The Rin-Tin-Tin was a big one of an artist
I was racist, I only bit the Indian
Because we film Bang-Bang that is prized
Red-skinned always turns roasted meat
I took pro Arizona passport
My inda dream was to be a cowboy
When I arrived in the United States
I was greeted with the honors of a hero
Sheriff gave me a silver revolver
And he said, "kill as many Indians as the Lord willed
Because here the goat that kills more Indian
You have the most beautiful trophy of muié!»
I was shooting crooked and straight
I killed a ten Indigenous ghastly
I married a man of seven parm
After more carmo I saw that everything was a dream
I've never been a cowboy in Arizona
I'm in Rondonia for about four months or more
I owe nothing to cowboy pros who have in Texas
For I am armed, in the service of Funai
(I owe nothing to cowboy pros who have in Texas
I live in Brasilia and I'm a daddy's son!)