Mayra Andrade - Nha Sibitchi | Текст песни

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Tudu diâ sima ta manxi,
Kel gálu bedju ta dizafina ;
Orédja grándi kabésa stretu
É kel makáku fórti fasténtu !
Tóni ka sta poku sórna
Bilita nganâ-l kabésa,
Sipriánu ki fasê-m malfetu
Kontra ku mi purguntâ-m si-m sta dretu.
Má nha sibitchi é fitchádu na petu !
Má nha sibitchi… má nha sibitchi…
Más um diâ pa-m bá luta
Pa-m labuta ku nha tchom
Rasekádu pa sol, nganádu pa tchuba !
Na rabolisu di vizinhánsa
Midjor é vivi sukundidu
Fládu fla ka ta skrebedu
Má bu bida dja ká konxedu.
Tóni ka sta poku sórna
Bilita nganâ-l kabésa,
Sipriánu ki fasê-m malfetu
Ragánha denti purgunta si-m sta dretu.
Má nha sibitchi é fitchádu na petu !
Má nha sibitchi é fitchádu na petu !
Fónga é li-mé ku si láta d’água,
Armándu é na Ru-Bás djuntu ku Fónga,
Dumingas nha gentis stória é mutu tcheu,
Manxi tchora labánta mó pa seu !
Tánha é ku si résa ku si finasom,
Djuzé ki dádji perdi si razom.

Every morning, at dawn
That old cock sets about singing out of tune;
And that monkey, with its big ears and little head,
what a nuisance!
Antony is a real half-wit:
Bilita cheated him well and good,
Cyprien cast a spell on me
But when he sees me, he still asks me if I’m well.
But deep in my heart I carry my jet-black pearl*
To protect me, my pearl of jet…
Yet another day of toil awaits me,
A day that I’ll spend ploughing this land
Burnt by the sun and drenched by the rain.
When faced with gossip
The best answer is to live in hiding:
There is no need to put such rumours to paper,
Everyone already knows your life in detail.
Antony is a real half-wit:
Bilita cheated him well and good,
Cyprien cast a spell on me
Smiled and asked me if I was well.
But deep in my heart I carry my jet-black pearl
To protect me, my pearl of jet…
Fonga is there, carrying her buckets of water on her head,
As for Armando, he is still at Rui Vaz, with her,
Talking of Domingas, there would be a great deal to tell:
As soon as she gets out of bed, she sets to wailing and moaning!
Tanha is busy with her commemorative ceremonies and songs
And José, having hit his wife, lost both his reason and his rights.

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