Ofício, Gaita e Gaiteiro

Lost red light
In the outskirts of life
Always receives attention
And the pure essence player
Doesn't complain about the winter
Pulling one with buttons

Poor harmonica, said a crazy man
Straightening out some change
Leaning on the counter
The 'buena' night was boiling
With the perfume of the girls
Sweetening the occasion

In a remanched rhythm
The unfolded accordionist
Stands out as best as he can
On the stairs, he pumps the bellows
Asks for the pace and takes a sip
Pumping something extra

Beautiful craft, hard fate
Of a Corrientes harmonica
And a vaneira player
There's no countryman's land
Who doesn't look pleased
To listen to a button accordion

Play another one, it's beautiful
Said a redhead opening up
Charms of a flirtatious woman
The accordionist stretches out
And the girl turns the champagne
Over the accordion's lid

Blessed by the delicate ones
Old finicky harmonica
Is a tool and resource
Endure the taste for nonsense
For the craft is serious
It should have a course

Beautiful craft, hard fate
Of a Corrientes harmonica
And a vaneira player
There's no countryman's land
Who doesn't look pleased
To listen to a button accordion