Bailanta do Fundão

The folks clap their thighs at the backcountry dance
They shelter with the dark-haired girls in the lamplight's shadow
The folks clap their thighs at the backcountry dance
They shelter with the dark-haired girls in the lamplight's shadow

In a kind of stretch and squeeze, the little accordion falls apart
Through the trot of this bellows until the night asks for a break
The horn full of cane, goes from one side to the other side
And the commotion gets excited in this abandoned gathering

The folks clap their thighs at the backcountry dance
They shelter with the dark-haired girls in the lamplight's shadow
The folks clap their thighs at the backcountry dance
They shelter with the dark-haired girls in the lamplight's shadow

In a chat by the ear, the cowboy rubs his mustache
On the very red cheek, of the flask that shakes
And the mano a mano continues at length in the shed
In a kind of let's-go in the backcountry dance

The folks clap their thighs at the backcountry dance
They shelter with the dark-haired girls in the lamplight's shadow
The folks clap their thighs at the backcountry dance
They shelter with the dark-haired girls in the lamplight's shadow

There's no ugly China, nor clumsy cowboy
And when the accordion bucks, everyone gives up
When the Sun burning in embers in the backcountry shows its back
The couples go home in this heat of lovers