Ciro Beiço

Ciro since he was a kid, played in the same rhythm
The gathering he livened up, could even make it calm
But when he talked about his lip, he disguised it and got upset
Because he remembered his childhood, when he lived on the ranch
And he, who wasn't gentle, lost his lower lip
In a goose peck

Oigalê macho fandango, that I saw you dancing recently
And the accordionist Ciro Beiço, oh how he played drooling
He played the accordion, pulling a four-beat
To dance in a party only a drunk or half-crazy

The accordion in his arms, was an owl in the hollow
And the old quide sang there in a somewhat hoarse corner
In the dance hall, just winking at the girls
Juca Basto, the pandeiro player, hit a dry leather

In the middle of the hall, Bitifarra opened his chest
Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for Dom Ciro Beiço to play
And pass the lip, and pass the lip, and let my lip pass
Wherever this old Ciro Beiço plays

People who are broke can come in without paying
They've already paired up, hooked up, passed the lip right in the middle of the hall
It's old Ciro, who's saying
That the guys should approach the girls and the ladies shouldn't be shy

The accordion was wheezing, on the other side of the tin
And the brawl was roaring like a pig in the potatoes
Two hours passed in a vanerão without a break
And there were people who fell asleep and then danced again

And so the story of this strange tale was born
Because of a male goose that fought in the herd
If the girls didn't dance, just stood there gaping
Old Ciro's lip would end up this big