Que No Se Duerma El Fueyista

The bandoneons grumble
zambitas like the ones before.
In C, in D, in E or in F
It's all for them to dance.

And those red ponchos
breaking the air with a slash,
lightning in the night
as if they were daggers.
Those red ponchos
cutting through the air.

Don't let the fueyista fall asleep,
Don't bother me buddy!
Than to the blind wine goblin
wake up at carnivals.
Don't let the fueyista fall asleep
the tent is on fire!

The fire of your gaze
He catches me with his grace.
And here I am, half "machao",
getting tangled in your waist.

Don't let me go, Fueyista,
Play me a zamba from before.
In C, in D, in E or in F,
airy and rather spicy.
In C, in D, in E or in F,
zambita like the ones before.

Don't let the fueyista fall asleep,
Don't bother me buddy!
Than to the blind wine goblin
wake up at carnivals.
Don't let the fueyista fall asleep,
the tent is on fire!