Rumbamba

Rumbamba, rumbamba
With the wind I go, mama

Fun o muiño with Paola
Fun o muiño with her
She slept in my arms
I slept in her arms

The mill grinds, grinds
It throws flour around
The miller's daughter
Has a singing voice that enchants

I have a herb in the garden
That stings me, that captivates me
I have a bad neighbor
Who sells me without money