Resto de Baile

I pulled the reins in search of a country dance
By the light of a lantern burning the wick
I arrived as one arrives, without giving a sign
At first sight, I danced a bugio

I danced all night, taking with me
A dance remainder in my whistle
Remembering the girl with a flower in her hair
Asking the accordionist for the same bugio

In tune with the guitar, the accordion wept
And I wondered for what reason
The dark-haired girl with a flower in her hair
Kept her eyes fixed on the ground

Perhaps seeking in the night of a country dance
The light that the lantern cannot provide
Who stays lost in thought in a dream
Certainly also finds their partner

In tune with the guitar, the accordion wept
And I wondered for what reason
The dark-haired girl with a flower in her hair
Kept her eyes fixed on the ground