Os tambores de Minas - Milton Nascimento

Era um, era dois, era cem

Mil tambores e as vozes do além

Morro velho, senzala, casa cheia

Repinica, rebate, revolteia

E trovão no céu é candeia

Era bumbo, era surdo e era caixa

Meia-volta e mais volta e meia

Pocotó, trem de ferro e uma luz

Procissão, chão de flores e Jesus

Bate forte até sangrar a mão

E batendo pelos que se foram

Os batendo pelos que voltaram

Os tembores de Minas soarão

Seus tambores nunca se calaram

Era couro batendo e era lata

Era um sino com a nota exata

Pé no chão e as cadeiras da mulata

E o futuro nas mãos do menino

Batucando por fé e destino

Bate roupa em riacho a lavadeira

Ritmando de qualquer maneira

E por fim o tambor da musculatura

O tum-tum ancestral do coração

Quando chega a febre ninguém segura

Bate forte até sangrar a mão

Os tambores de Minas soarão

Seus tambores nunca se calaram…

It was one, it was two, it was a hundred

A thousand drums and the voices from the beyond

Old hill, slave quarters, full house

Repin, counter, revolt

And thunder in the sky is a candle

It was bass drum, it was deaf and it was a snare drum

Half a turn and a half turn

Pocotó, iron train and a light

Procession, floor of flowers and Jesus

Hit hard until your hand bleeds

And beating for those who are departed

The beating for those who returned

The fears of Minas will sound

Your drums never stopped

It was beating leather and it was tin

It was a bell with the exact note

Foot on the floor and the mulata's chairs

And the future in the hands of the boy

Drumming for faith and destiny

Laundry washcloth in stream

Rhythming anyway

And finally, the musculature drum

The ancestral tum-tum of the heart

When the fever comes, no one holds back

Hit hard until your hand bleeds

The drums of Minas will sound

Your drums never stopped...