Romance Musiqueiro

Sing, sing the voice of the musician in a ranch in Santa Fé
Light, the breastplate of preparation on the roan horse
White, the two-piece bombacha that I put on for the dance
A sash and a Colorado poncho that I rested on my shoulder

I carry a ray of moonlight on the handle of my silver
And a flower embroidered on my jacket for a brunette
In the cowboy print, I carry a serene gaze
And the craziness in the dance, the pain in the early morning

The accordion cries, three rows in a well-marked rasguido
Ataliba dances with Maria in a rhythmic romance
A countryman shouts at the counter for the already opened wine
The gaze of a brunette shines next to the cornered singing
The accordion cries, it cries

Rest your face, brunette, right on the flower of my jacket
And dream of the spring that sweetened our corner
And in the turn of the room in an espadrille rhythm
I'll be chatting by your side, swearing my heart

How many times, my love, little flower of the corner
Through the voice of the musician, I wanted to sing my passion
The accordion that resonates on this moonlit night
Turned your smile into a sky, to shelter my soul