Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tradição, artist - Gilberto Gil. Album song Cidade do Salvador, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 19.03.2018
Record label: Gege Producoes Artisticas
Song language: Portuguese
Tradição(original) |
Conheci uma garota que era do Barbalho |
Uma garota do barulho |
Namorava um rapaz que era muito inteligente |
Um rapaz muito diferente |
Inteligente no jeito de pongar no bonde |
E diferente pelo tipo |
De camisa aberta e certa calça americana |
Arranjada de contrabando |
E sair do banco e, desbancando, despongar do bonde |
Sempre rindo e sempre cantando |
Sempre lindo e sempre, sempre, sempre, sempre, sempre |
Sempre rindo e sempre cantando |
Conheci essa garota que era do Barbalho |
Essa garota do barulho |
No tempo que Lessa era goleiro do Bahia |
Um goleiro, uma garantia |
No tempo que a turma ia procurar porrada |
Na base da vã valentia |
No tempo que preto não entrava no Bahiano |
Nem pela porta da cozinha |
Conheci essa garota que era do Barbalho |
No lotação de Liberdade |
Que passava pelo ponto dos Quinze Mistérios |
Indo do bairro pra cidade |
Pra cidade, quer dizer, pro Largo do Terreiro |
Pra onde todo mundo ia |
Todo dia, todo dia, todo santo dia |
Eu, minha irmã e minha tia |
No tempo quem governava era Antonio Balbino |
No tempo que eu era menino |
Menino que eu era e veja que eu já reparava |
Numa garota do Barbalho |
Reparava tanto que acabei já reparando |
No rapaz que ela namorava |
Reparei que o rapaz era muito inteligente |
Um rapaz muito diferente |
Inteligente no jeito de pongar no bonde |
E diferente pelo tipo |
De camisa aberta e certa calça americana |
Arranjada de contrabando |
E sair do banco e, desbancando, despongar do bonde |
Sempre rindo e sempre cantando |
Sempre lindo e sempre, sempre, sempre, sempre, sempre |
Sempre rindo e sempre cantando |
(translation) |
I met a girl who was from Barbalho |
A noise girl |
I was dating a boy who was very smart |
A very different boy |
Smart in the way of ponging on the tram |
It is different by type |
In open shirt and certain American pants |
Contraband arrangement |
And leaving the bench and, unbanging, getting off the tram |
Always laughing and always singing |
Always beautiful and always, always, always, always, always |
Always laughing and always singing |
I met this girl who was from Barbalho |
This noise girl |
In the time when Lessa was a goalkeeper for Bahia |
A goalkeeper, a guarantee |
At the time the class would search for a beating |
On the basis of vain courage |
In the time when blacks did not enter Bahiano |
Not even through the kitchen door |
I met this girl who was from Barbalho |
In the freedom crowding |
That passed through the point of the Fifteen Mysteries |
Going from the neighborhood to the city |
To the city, that is, to Largo do Terreiro |
where did everyone go |
Every day, every day, every single day |
Me, my sister and my aunt |
At the time, Antonio Balbino ruled |
In the time when I was a boy |
Boy I was and see I already noticed |
In a girl from Barbalho |
I fixed it so much that I ended up fixing it |
In the boy she was dating |
I noticed that the boy was very smart |
A very different boy |
Smart in the way of ponging on the tram |
It is different by type |
In open shirt and certain American pants |
Contraband arrangement |
And leaving the bench and, unbanging, getting off the tram |
Always laughing and always singing |
Always beautiful and always, always, always, always, always |
Always laughing and always singing |