Marlene – Garoto / Meu Guri (pot-pourri)

Marlene Garoto / Meu Guri (pot-pourri)

Marlene – Garoto / Meu Guri (pot-pourri) Lyrics

Artist: Marlene
Song: Garoto / Meu Guri (pot-pourri)

Garoto nascido em barraco de zinco
Do morro sem água de barro batido
Que veste farrapo de roupa emprestada
Que come alimento de feira acabada

Garoto que pega rabeira de bonde
Que corre, se esconde do homem fardado
Garoto que dorme sonhando pecado
E ler a cartilha do homem marcado

Garoto que furta o comando da fome
Que atende por Zé, por Tião, qualquer nome
Garoto promessa de bamba no duro
Garoto manchete de crime futuro

Bem outro seria seu negro destino
Que o morro onde vive tivesse outro norte
Enquanto és criança, garoto, menino
Enquanto é possível mudar sua sorte

Quando, seu moço, nasceu meu rebento
Não era o momento dele rebentar
Já foi nascendo com cara de fome
E eu não tinha nem nome pra lhe dar

Como fui levando, não sei lhe explicar
Fui assim levando, ele a me levar
E na sua meninice ele um dia me disse
Que chegava lá

Olha aí
Ah, meu guri, olha aí
Olha aí
Quando, seu moço, nasceu meu rebento

Não era o momento dele rebentar
Já foi nascendo com cara de fome
E eu não tinha nem nome pra lhe dar
Como fui levando, não sei lhe explicar

Fui assim levando, ele a me levar
E na sua meninice ele um dia me disse
Que chegava lá
Olha aí

Olha aí
Olha aí, ai, o meu guri, olha aí
Olha aí, é o meu guri
E ele chega

Chega suado e veloz do batente
E traz sempre um presente pra me encabular
Tanta corrente de ouro, seu moço
Que haja pescoço pra enfiar

Me trouxe uma bolsa já com tudo dentro
Chave, caderneta, terço e patuá
Um lenço e uma penca de documentos
Pra finalmente eu me identificar

Olha aí
Olha aí, ai, o meu guri, olha aí
Olha aí, é o meu guri
E ele chega

Chega no morro com o carregamento
Pulseira, cimento, relógio, pneu, gravador
Rezo até ele chegar cá no alto
Essa onda de assaltos tá 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 já foi trabalhar

Olha aí
Olha aí, olha, o meu guri, olha aí
Olha aí, é o meu guri
E ele chega

Chega estampado, manchete, retrato
Com venda nos olhos, legenda e as iniciais
Eu não entendo essa gente, seu moço
Fazendo alvoroço demais

O guri no mato, acho que tá rindo
Acho que tá lindo de papo pro ar
Desde o começo, eu não disse, seu moço
Que ele disse que chegava lá

Olha aí
Olha aí
Olha aí, ai, o meu guri, olha aí
Olha aí, é o meu guri

Meu guri
Olha aí
Olha aí
É o meu guri

É o meu guri
Olha aí o meu guri
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Garoto / Meu Guri (pot-pourri) Lyrics – English Translation

Boy born in zinc shack
From the hill without clay water
Borrowed rag of clothes
Who eats finished fair food

Boy who catches tram tail
That runs, hides from the uniformed man
Boy who sleeps dreaming sin
And read the booklet of the marked man

Boy who steals the command of hunger
That serves by Zé, by Tião, any name
BOY BOY BAMINA IN HARD
Future Crime Manchete Boy

Well another would be your black destination
That the hill where you live had another north
While you are a child, boy, boy
While it is possible to change your luck

When, your boy, my shoot was born
It was not the time for him to burst
It was already being born with hungry face
And I had no name to give you

As I was taking, I don’t know how to explain to you
I went like that taking it, he takes me
And in your childhood he once told me
Over there

Look
Ah, my kid, look there
Look
When, your boy, my shoot was born

It was not the time for him to burst
It was already being born with hungry face
And I had no name to give you
As I was taking, I don’t know how to explain to you

I went like that taking it, he takes me
And in your childhood he once told me
Over there
Look

Look
Look, there, my girl, look there
Look, it’s my kid
And he arrives

Arrives sweaty and fast from the stop
And always brings a gift to embarrass me
So much gold chain, your boy
That there is neck to stick

I brought me a bag already with everything inside
Key, booklet, rosary and patuá
A handkerchief and a document pinca
For finally I identify myself

Look
Look, there, my girl, look there
Look, it’s my kid
And he arrives

Arrives on the hill with loading
Bracelet, cement, watch, tire, recorder
I pray until he arrives here
This wave of robberies is a horror

I comfort him, he comforts me
I put him on his lap for him to line
Suddenly agreement, look to the side
And the darn already went to work

Look
Look, look, my kid, look there
Look, it’s my kid
And he arrives

Arrives stamped, headline, portrait
With eye sale, caption and the initials
I don’t understand these people, your boy
Making too much

The kid in the bush, I think it’s laughing
I think it’s beautiful to talk to
From the beginning, I didn’t say, your boy
That he said he got there

Look
Look
Look, there, my girl, look there
Look, it’s my kid

My guri
Look
Look
It’s my guri

It’s my guri
Look at my kid
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Marlene Lyrics – Garoto / Meu Guri (pot-pourri)

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Release Year: 2015