É Proibido Cochilar

The forró here is better than yours
The accordion player is much better
The girls dance all night
In the fun, raising dust.

It's lively, no one falls asleep
They line up to dance
And at the entrance it's written
Sleeping is forbidden.

Sleeping is forbidden
Sleeping, sleeping
Sleeping is forbidden
Sleeping, sleeping.

The dust rises, the sweat falls
We see the sun rising
The accordion player suffers
But can't complain.

If he's making money
It's good to earn money
And he read at the entrance
That sleeping is forbidden.