Romance Musiqueiro

Sing, sing the voice of the musician on a ranch in Santa Fe
Lume, the cooker used to prepare rosilho pangaré
White, the bombshell with two cloths that I accommodated for the ball
A sash and a Colorado visor that I rested on my shoulder

I bring a moonbeam on the handle of my silver
And a flower for a brunette in my embroidered coat
In the cowboy print I bring serene gaze
And a deceit in the deceitful dance at dawn

It cries, the cordeona three islands in a well-marked tear
Dance, Ataliba with Maria in a rhythmic romance
Scream, a paysano there in the cup for the wine already beaten
Shines, the look of a brunette near the corner
Cry the cordeona cries

Put your brunette face right against the flower of my coat
And dream of the spring that sweetened our corner
And in the room circling in a dappled rhythm
I'm going to talk by your side, swearing my heart

How many times my love, flower from the corner
Through the musician's voice I wanted to sing my passion
The cordeona that snores on this moonlit night
You made a sky of your smile, for my soul to take shelter