Muiñeira E Jota De Zobra

I’ll give you words, I will, I will
I’ll give you words, I will, I will
Twenty-five every day
And I won’t keep any

The dancer dances well
And so does the dancer girl
If my eyes don’t deceive me
The groom dances with the bride

Long live Zobra, long live Zobra
The land where I was born
Long live Zobra, long live Zobra
From the party of Lalinhe

Turn around, handsome, turn around
I want to see the back of your jacket
Of your jacket, handsome, of your jacket
Turn around, handsome, turn around

In this street, there’s nothing
In this street, there’s nothing
My loves aren’t here
Nor are my buddy’s

Go dance if you want
Go dance if you want
A little dance like this
You still don’t deserve it

God made the dark ones
And the whites a silver spoon
How is it that God made this?
I want the dark ones.