Tres Pontas
Nascimento Milton Lyrics
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Da bahia-minas, estrada antural
Que ligava minas ao porto, ao mar
Caminho de ferro mandaram arrancar
Velho maquinista com seu boné
Lembra o povo alegre que vinha cortejar
Maria-fumaca não canta mais
Pras mocas, flores, janelas e quintais
Na praca vazia, um grito, um ai
Casas equecidas, viúvas nos portais
The lyrics to Nascimento Milton's song "Tres Pontas" delve into the theme of change and nostalgia. The first line "Ponta de areia, ponto final" refers to the endpoint of the Bahia-Minas road, a natural route that connected the mining region of Minas Gerais to the sea port. The following line "Que ligava minas ao porto, ao mar" speaks to the importance of the route as a means of transportation of goods and resources. However, the lyrics take a turn when the singer describes how the railroad that used to connect the town was removed, leaving only memories.
The second verse describes a nostalgic figure, an old train driver wearing his cap, reminiscent of the times when people were happy and used to come to court his town. The following line, "Maria-fumaca não canta mais" suggests that the steam engine no longer runs, and its absence is noted by the absence of flowers and people in the streets as well as the forgotten houses and widows in the doorways. The overall tone is one of sadness and a longing for the past, for changes have now come and taken away the charm of the town.
Line by Line Meaning
Ponta de areia, ponto final
The end of a journey from Bahia to Minas.
Da bahia-minas, estrada antural
A natural road connecting Bahia to Minas.
Que ligava minas ao porto, ao mar
Connecting Minas to the port and sea.
Caminho de ferro mandaram arrancar
The railway was torn up.
Velho maquinista com seu boné
The old train driver with his cap.
Lembra o povo alegre que vinha cortejar
Reminds the happy people who used to court.
Maria-fumaca não canta mais
The steam train no longer sings.
Pras mocas, flores, janelas e quintais
For the girls, flowers, windows and backyards.
Na praca vazia, um grito, um ai
In an empty square, a cry, an ache.
Casas equecidas, viúvas nos portais
Forgotten houses, widows at the gates.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: MILTON SILVA CAMPOS DO NASCIMENTO, RONALDO BASTOS
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