And now for something completely different, a 1973 classic from the king of Forró music of Brazil's Northeast, Luis Gonzaga. The song was revived in the US by its inclusion up front on Luaka Bop's 1991 release Brazil Classics 3 with liner notes by label founder David Byrne. The song's title (and first line) refers to the roar of an accordion's bellows.
O fole roncou no alto da serra
Cabroeira da minha terra
Subiu a ladeira e foi brincar
O fole roncou no alto da serra
Cabroeira da minha terra
Subiu a ladeira e foi brincar
O Zé Buraco, Pé-de-Foice, Chico Manco
Cabra Macho, Bode Branco
Todo mundo foi brincar
Maria Doida, Margarida Florisbela
Muito triste na janela, não dançou
Não quis entrar
O fole roncou no alto da serra
Cabroeira da minha terra
Subiu a ladeira e foi brincar
O fole roncou no alto da serra
Cabroeira da minha terra
Subiu a ladeira e foi brincar
Naquela noite me grudei com Juventina
E o suspiro da menina era de arrepiar
Baião bonito tão gostoso e alcoviteiro
Que apagou o candeeiro pro forró se animar
O fole roncou no alto da serra
Cabroeira da minha terra
Subiu a ladeira e foi brincar
O fole roncou no alto da serra
Cabroeira da minha terra
Subiu a ladeira e foi brincar
Naquela noite eu fugi com Juventina
Quem mandou a concertina
Meu juízo revirar
Eu sei que morro de bala de carabina
Mas o amor da Juventina
Me dá forças pra brigar
O fole roncou no alto da serra
Cabroeira da minha terra
Subiu a ladeira e foi brincar
O fole roncou no alto da serra
Cabroeira da minha terra
Subiu a ladeira e foi brincar
English (lightly edited from Google Translate's rendition) -
The bellows roared high in the mountains, The kids from my land climbed the hill and went to play.
The bellows roared high in the mountains, The kids from my land climbed the hill and went to play.
Zé hole, Sickle-Foot, Chico Manco
Male Goat, White Goat
Everyone was playing
Crazy Mary, Margaret with the Beautiful Flowers
Very sad in the window, didn't dance,
I did not enter.
The bellows roared high in the mountains, The kids from my land climbed the hill and went to play.
The bellows roared high in the mountains, The kids from my land climbed the hill and went to play.
That night I clung to Juventina, and the girl's sigh was breathtaking. A beautiful, delicious, and suggestive baião, that blew out the lamp so the forró could liven up.
The bellows roared high in the mountains, The kids from my land climbed the hill and went to play. The bellows roared high in the mountains
The kids from my land
Climbed the hill and went to play
That night I ran away with Juventina
Who ordered the concertina to
Turn my mind around
I know I'll die from rifle bullets
But Juventina's love
Gives me strength to fight
The bellows roared high in the mountains
The kids from my land
Climbed the hill and went to play
The bellows roared high in the mountains
The kids from my land
Climbed the hill and went to play
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