Sina de Gaiteiro

The buttons of the old harmonica are sowing melodies
That from the bagpiper's fingers sprout in harmony

They ask the universe to leak these Araganas notes
Rediscovering lost loves in the arms of the keromanas

If the bellows sound reminds us of sorrows and disappointments
As despised Chinese women whine in the corners

And when the day calls for a final run in a vaneirão
Lock the ranch door and silence the bagpipes and the bagpiper

The buttons of the old harmonica are sowing melodies
That from the bagpiper's fingers sprout in harmony

The taita's rough arm comes and goes almost in chorus
In this two-way prose, another relationship is arranged

This is the fate of the bagpiper who, when embracing his partner
Give away for free those adventures that you have enjoyed your entire life

And when the day calls for a final run in a vaneirão
Lock the ranch door and silence the bagpipes and the bagpiper