Faroeste Caboclo em Inglês

Confira a música do Faroeste Cabloco do legião urbana na versão em inglês pelo gringo brasileiro mais famoso do Brasil, Gavin Roy.

Letra do Faroeste Cabloco em inglês

No, he held nothing back, that John of Santo Cristo’s
What everyone would verify when from the path he strayed.
He left behind him all the boredom of the farmland
Just to feel the seething hatred in his blood that Jesus made.

As a kid he only dreamt of being a thief
And even more so when a soldier shot his father in the head.
He was the terror of the prairie where he lived,
And when he went to school the teachers were the ones that learned instead.

He went to church but just to steal the alms
Collected from all the lovely lowly little ladies in their lace.
Honest to God he knew that he was something special –
That godforsaken wilderness was simply not his place.

He wanted out so he could go and see the ocean
And all the other stuff that he’d seen on TV.
He saved up money so he finally could get goin’,
And of his own volition said, “Hey, it’s just me.”

He screwed with all the little girls of the city,
Playing doctor; he was expert by the time that he hit twelve.
Got sent to juvie by the time he hit fifteen,
Where his hatred only grew the further into hell he’d delve.

He didn’t understand the way the world worked –
Discrimination based on being black or white or rich or poor.
He got fed up trying to come up with the answers,
And so he bought a one-way ticket straight to Salvador.

Rolling into town he went to grab a coffee
And he ran across a cattle driver who would say:
He’d bought a ticket already and was gonna have to skip
The whole damn trip, but John saved him in a way.

He was sayin’, “I was headin’ for Brasília.
There is no finer place the country wide.
But I really need to stay to see my daughter.
How ‘bout I hang back and you can take my ride.”

And John accepted the proposal,
And on a bus he rolled to Planalto Central.
He was crazy ‘bout the city,
And departing from the terminal he saw the Christmas lights and decked out halls.

“My God, but what a gorgeous city!
I’ll start working once the new year’s in full swing, ah!”
Harvesting wood as a carpenter’s apprentice,
Made a hundred grand per month in Taguatinga.

He’d hit the red-light district every single Friday
Spending all the hard-earned money of a harder working lad.
And he bumped shoulders with a lot of shifty rollers,
Including a lost bastard grandson of his great granddad,

A Peruvian who was living in Bolivia
And brought back tons of shady shit from there.
His name was Pablo, and he would declare
He’d hatch a new plan to start to sell his ware.

And Santo Cristo worked himself into the ground,
But all the money somehow wasn’t quite enough to even eat.
Back home at seven he would hear the same old newscast
Always saying that the government would keep him on his feet.

But he was over all the empty talk,
And he decided, just like Pablo, he would make do on his own.
He then discussed the sacred details one more time,
And remaining quite uncrucified the seeds were quickly sown.

Right away, all the crazies of the city
Heard the little piece of news: “That there’s some good dope!”
And John of Santo Cristo soon was loaded,
And he started down the dealers’ slippery slope.

He made friends and visited the Asa Norte
And hit up all the rock parties to unreel.
But of a sudden, under the influence
Of one of his comrades in the city, he began to steal.

The very first holdup he screwed it up
And for the first time headed straight to hell on the fast-track:
Brutal violence and raping of his body;
“You’re gonna see – I’m gonna get you back.”

And now our Santo Cristo was a gangster in the city,
Feared and fearless in Distrito Federal.
He had no fear at all of any boss man, policeman,
Drug-dealer, captain, playboy or highbrow.

‘Twas then our hero chanced to meet a girl,
And for all his sins committed he right there repented.
Maria Lucy was a stunning little thing,
And Santo Cristo promised his whole heart to her and meant it.

He told Maria that he wanted to get married,
And rebegan the workin’ wood he used to.
“Maria Lucy, I’ll love you for forever,
And I even wanna have a kid with you.”

The time went by. One day a guy came to the door,
An older man, a one-percenter with some cash in hand,
And he made a less than noble proposition,
And from John wanted an answer, an answer his demand.

“I don’t drop pipebombs in sidewalk magazine stands
Nor in elementary schools – I won’t do that, no!
And I won’t protect no goddamn ten-star general
Who sits behind his big ol’ desk, scared shitless, bro.

And it’d be better if you got the hell away
And never messed with any Pisces, Scorpio ascendant!”
But before he left, the old man with a look of hatred back said,
“You’re a dead man, you’ve just killed yourself, my friend.”

“You’re a dead man, you’ve just killed yourself, my friend.
You’re a dead man, you’ve just killed yourself, my friend…
There’s ten words I’ll never get out of my head!
I’m gonna suffer consequences in the end…”

It’s not that Santo Cristo had it all right;
His whole future wasn’t alright and he didn’t work for days.
He got hammered and one day while on a bender
He found out that there was someone different working in his place.

He spoke with Pablo that he wanted an accomplice
And had money and was wanting either way to arm himself.
Pablo would smuggle contraband out of Bolivia
And Santo Cristo in Planaltina’d help resell.

But then it happened that a guy named Jeremiah,
Another smuggler with a reputation, came on scene.
It wasn’t long ‘til Santo Cristo’s plans he knew,
And he decided that this John needed to be blasted clean.

But Pablo carried a Winchester Twenty-Two,
And Santo Cristo had already learned to shoot.
But he decided that he’d use it only after
Jeremiah was the first to make a move.

Jeremiah, shameless pothead that he was,
Arranged the rager and made sure that everyone knew how to play.
He assaulted the innocent young girls
And claimed to be a true believer, but he hadn’t learned to pray.

And Santo Cristo hadn’t come home in a lifetime,
And the longing started getting to his head.
“I’m outta here, Imma see Maria Lucy.
I think it’s high time that the two of us were wed.”

Then getting home he moaned
And for the second time he got a taste of hell straight from the devil’s cup:
To Maria Lucy Jeremiah’d gotten married,
And he already had knocked her up.

Santo Cristo was only pure hatred inside,
So he challenged Jeremiah to a duel.
“Two o’clock PM tomorrow in Ceilândia,
Right in front of Lot Fourteen, that’s where I’ll be, fool!

And take your pick, any weapon that you want,
‘Cuz either way I’ll blow your brains out you bastard double-crosser.
I’ll also be killing that dumb bitch Maria Lucy,
Who I loved right up ‘til I lost her.”

And Santo Cristo had no clue how to react
When he saw the cable TV network crews
And the reporters live-reporting on the duel
Giving the time, the place, the reason on the news.

Then two o’clock that Saturday arrived.
Without delay, the gaping masses came to take the whole thing in.
A man hit Santo Cristo ‘fore he turned,
Aiming only at his back and then starting to grin.

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Feeling the blood well in his throat,
John gazed toward the little flags a-waving and the crowd enthralled.
He looked out at the vendors and the cameras
And the people from TV, there to film it all.

Bastidores da produção

8 anos atrás, antes de ser fluente em português, descobri a música do Renato Russo e Legião Urbana e fiquei apaixonado. Como uma piada, um amigo meio que me desafiou a aprender a tocar e cantar Faroeste Caboclo inteiro. Aceitei o desafio. Demorou 5 meses, praticando um pouco a cada dia… e consegui. Pode ver o resultado no meu canal de YouTube.

7 anos depois, comecei a tarefa árdua de traduzir essa baita música para inglês, a minha querida língua materna. Como é sempre o caso com traduções, foi um incrível desafio manter o sentido original das letras enquanto os versos rimavam e tinham as mesmas pausas e entonação do que em português. Demorou 5 meses… e agora posso lhe apresentar os primeiros 6 estrofes de Country Bumpkin. Fique ligado no meu canal para ver o produto final, daqui a alguns meses.

Alguém aí já estudou o inglês através de música? É uma sensação incrível não somente poder entender o que estão cantando, mas também poder cantar juntos em voz alta, né?! Trago um pouco disso, junto com aulas da vida cotidiana direto dos EUA, no meu curso completo de inglês. Pode clicar no link da minha bio para saber mais detalhes e se tornar fluente comigo em 2025.

Afinal, o Renato era professor de inglês também.