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AQUARELA APORREADA - GUTO GONZALEZ Finalist song for the 35th COXILHA NATIVISTA LYRICS / MUSIC: GUTO GONZALEZ RHYTHM: Rasguido-Doble STAGE: Declamation - Rogério Villagran Gaita Botoneira - Mauro Silva Solo Guitars - Aparício Maidana / Rafael Veiga Base Guitar - Volmir Coelho Contra Bass - Rômulo Acosta Aporreada Watercolor My verses pour out passages That I carry inside my soul And I paint in this watercolor The simple and beautiful things That have the essence of pago The little bird of the shear A bagual with a tied chin A bull sharpening guampa For a fight in a naked The legendary fig tree The mangueirão boarded up These are portraits of Rio Grande A beautiful, exuberant painting In a masculine way painted “The braid, dirty of witches” Brushing against the handler A pampas leather stretched out In a staked painting The figure of a Frankish ox Right in front of the setting sun The blood that leaves the trail Of death, wetting the pasture And the bleeder's dagger The chip hitting the can A “good” hand of a squirrel The strong explosion of the earth In the blows of the tamper Ax chipping angico On the back of a chipper The sweet, rural aroma Of the carreteiro's rice On the trempe of alambrador The smoke from the lamp That spreads in the room The bagpiper “lightned” In a baguala vaneira The payador guitarreiro With a dagger, melena and pala A mouthful of the coiceiros Of chinas and caborteiros When it ends in the bullet A bladder of tallow In the smoke of a firebrand The picumã that clings to the scissors in the shed The grease that loosens the earth Around the stove Curling the mark of the spit Right there I see the way Of the things on this floor of mine A shackled pair For a Sunday in party A hollow bull, subject On the cinchador's ring Trust and the halter In the hands of the sponsor I see the paid fachudaço In noose scars That remain on the harness Smell of burning fur Hot brand, colorada Troopeiro shouting carving Fat troop, in tune The rumble of the troop Recoluting the filly Rooster crowing in the oitão It has the tone like that my floor In this powdery watercolor A colt kicking his irons Bucking across the field An intoned Want- Want The black iron of the spur A well-foamed mate Before the break of dawn It tastes like that pagod And the topknot of the bitter A coxilhão remembers These are the things for me! In the colors, manners, perfumes - That they carry within themselves The difference in the fire Of everything that is ours As singular it is assumed - Of the various banners of the pampa The most Gaucho print Our flag sums it up! Lyrics and music created based on the theme: ESTAMPA GAÚCHA, in the local phase of the NATIVISTA CONVENTION OF JÚLIO DE CASTILHOS - 2014. CONTACT: [email protected]