Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song O Meu Guri, artist - Teresa Cristina. Album song Eu Sou Assim - O Melhor de Teresa Cristina e Grupo Semente, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 03.04.2008
Record label: Deckdisc
Song language: Portuguese
O Meu Guri(original) |
Quando, seu moo, nasceu meu rebento |
No era o momento dele rebentar |
J foi nascendo com cara de fome |
E eu no tinha nem nome pra lhe dar |
Como fui levando, no sei explicar |
Fui assim levando ele a me levar |
E na sua meninice ele um dia me disse |
Que chegava l Olha a Olha a Olha a, ai o meu guri, olha a Olha a, o meu guri |
E ele chega |
Chega suado e veloz do batente |
E traz sempre um presente pra me encabular |
Tanta conrrente de ouro, seu moo |
Que haja pescoo pra enfiar |
Me trouxe uma bolsa j com tudo dentro |
Chave, caderneta, tero e patu |
Um leno e uma penca de documentos |
Pra finalmente eu me identificar, olha a Olha a, ai o meu guri, olha a Olha a, o meu guri |
E ele chega |
Chega no morro ocom o carregamento |
Pulseira, cimento, relgio, pneu, gravador |
Rezo at ele chegar c no alto |
Essa onda de assaltos t um horror |
Eu consolo ele, ele me consola |
Boto ele no colo pra ele me ninar |
De repente acordo, olho pro lado |
E o danado j foi trabalhar, olha a Olha a, ai o meu guri, olha a Olha a, o meu guri |
E ele chega |
Chega estampado, manchete, retrato |
Com venda nos olhos, legenda e as iniciais |
Eu no entendo essa gente, seu moo |
Fazendo alvoroo de mais |
O guri no mato, acho que t rindo |
Acho que t lindo, de papo pro ar Desde o comeo, eu no disse, seu moo |
Ele disse que chegava l Olha a, olha a Olha a, ai o meu guri, olha a Olha a, o meu guri |
(translation) |
When, your boy, my offspring was born |
It was not the time for him to burst |
You were already born with a hungry face |
And I didn't even have a name to give him |
How I took it, I don't know how to explain |
I was like that, leading him to take me |
And in his childhood he one day told me |
Who arrived there Look at Look at Look at, oh my boy, look at Look at my boy |
And he arrives |
Arrives sweaty and fast from the stop |
And he always brings a gift to embarrass me |
So much gold chain, you boy |
Let there be a neck to stick |
Brought me a bag already with everything inside |
Key, notebook, tero e patu |
A handkerchief and a bunch of documents |
To finally identify myself, look at Look at my boy, look at Look at my boy |
And he arrives |
Arrives at the hill with loading |
bracelet, cement, watch, tire, recorder |
I pray until he gets to high |
This wave of robberies has a horror |
I comfort him, he comforts me |
I hold him in my lap for him to nurse |
Suddenly, I look to the side |
And the bastard has already gone to work, look at Look at my boy, look at Look at my boy |
And he arrives |
Enough stamped, headline, portrait |
Blindfolded, caption and initials |
I don't understand these people, you boy |
Making too much fuss |
The guri in the bush, I think I'm sick |
I think it's beautiful, from the to the air From the beginning, I didn't say, you boy |
He said he got there, look, look, look, my kid, look, look, my kid |