Chords
Linguagem Pátria de Um Povo

Key: A

Introduction:

difficulty
intermediate |||||
Am  E7  Am  E7  Am  
                                                  Em                                                                 Am  
Parece que o firmamento se ajoelha e pede perdão
                                                  Em                                                                 Am  
Quando rezo esta oração, abraçado na guitarra
C                                                      G      C                                                    G  
Parece que o tempo esbarra e o mundo troca de ponta
Dm                                              Am    Dm                                                              Am  
Quando meu canto reponta minhas inquietudes mais potras
                                     F              E7                                                                            Am  
Que se apartaram das outras sem que eu me desse de conta      Bis
                                             Em                                                         Am  
Por isso peço licença pra cantar esta milonga
                                                          Em                                                            Am  
Que peito adentro ressonga quando a vigüela soluça
C                                                    G    C                                                      G  
Numa pampeana escaramuça que ata um nó na garganta
Dm                                            Am    Dm                                                    Am  
Do gaúcho de alma santa já nascido com o destino
                                     F            E7                                                      Am  
De trazer o chão sulino em cada verso que canta      Bis
                                        F            E7                                                                      Am  
(Minha cantiga é baguala porque traz xucros na estampa
                                     F         E7                                                                 Am  
E traduz o idioma pampa do garrão deste hemisfério
                                                                  Dm                                                                      G7  
Meu canto é a voz do gaudério linguagem pátria de um povo
             E7                            Am                                            D7                         G  
Que sonha com um mundo novo e a ser livre se concentra
E7                                              Am      E7                                              Am  
Neste milênio que adentra no mais machaço retovo)
     G7  C  G7  C  E7  Am  E7  Am  E7  Am  E7  Am  
                                                        Em                                                                    Am  
Cantando sempre me agarro ao que tenho e ao que sinto
                                                                Em                                                              Am  
Não me engana o meu instinto sou teatino mal costeado
C                                                            G    C                                                 G  
Pois quando é do meu agrado e uma ânsia se destaca
Dm                                                            Am  Dm                                              Am  
Dou-lhe um nó de correr vaca na cola do meu tordilho
                                                  F      E7                                                                 Am  
E depois que me enforquilho só o santo padre me ataca    Bis
        G7  C  E7  Am