Roda Morena

Open the harmonica, friend harmonica player
That the facero people came to dance
The sound of the harmonica will fill the room
Screaming and stamping will mix
I come from far away but I'm sure
That there is no piper who will tire me
I dance everything, I dance whatever comes
But it's in a vanera that I'm going to date
I dance everything, I dance whatever comes
But it's in a vanera that I'm going to date

Brunette rides all night long
Brunette wheel on the swing of the vanera

I am a laborer, risky and suspicious
I'm used to hitting the road
The night comes and the star shines
Illuminating the fields, forest and savannah
And the thought is firm in the brunette
With long hair dancing happily
I dance everything, I dance whatever comes
But what I really like is dancing vanera
I dance everything, I dance whatever comes
But what I really like is dancing vanera

Brunette rides all night long
Brunette wheel on the swing of the vanera
Brunette rides all night long
Brunette wheel on the swing of the vanera
Brunette rides all night long
Brunette wheel on the swing of the vanera
Brunette rides all night long
Brunette wheel on the swing of the vanera

Brunette rides all night long
Brunette wheel on the swing of the vanera