Sina de Gaiteiro

The buttons of the old bagpipe sow melodies
That from the bagpiper's fingers sprout in harmony
These notes, like wild horses, ask for space in the universe
Rounding up lost loves in the arms of the Querumanas

If the squeeze of the bellows reminds of sorrows and disappointments
Like scorned women, they whimper in the corners

(And when the day calls for a last vaneirão
The ranch door latches and silences the bagpipe and the bagpiper
The ranch door latches and silences the bagpipe and the bagpiper)

The buttons of the old bagpipe sow melodies
That from the bagpiper's fingers sprout in harmony
The rough arm of the taita in a back and forth almost in chorus
In this double-handed prose, he arranges another courtship

This is the bagpiper's fate, who, embracing his partner
Freely gives these joys that he has rounded up his whole life