A Gaita da Bossoroca

The old accordion that came from Bossoroca
Just look how it plays
Just look how it plays
The old accordion that came from Bossoroca
And this accordion growls more than the armadillo inside its burrow

The old accordion
Has a Missions touch
You only hear it growling
And the accordion player's moan

And the accordion player pulls the bellows
Of his accordion, of his bellows
Of his bellows, of his accordion

Of his, of his, of his, of his
Of his bellows, of his, of his
Of his bellows, of his accordion

The old accordion
From the old times
Pleased in the past
And is successful in the present

The old accordion
No one knows its age
Mixed with the pampas
And yoked with nostalgia