Entre Amigos y Chamamé

There in the neighborhood, silence leaning against the ñu
Between howls of yagua pirú, a happy accordion plays

The sapucai explodes from a Sunday mancho
Who, among drinks and confusion, gets feverish with alcohol

The rancherio resounds with that spirituous water
A good maiden wakes up, waiting for her love

Wine and gin flow, taking over minds
An experience that is latent to soothe old sorrows

Between friends and chamamé, the dawn awakens
Two rows and intertwined with a duo caui tere

Oooh.. Silence in the Aité neighborhood, in your blooming streets
The hopes of yesterday have fallen asleep