No Chaquaio do Pandeiro

I made a pandeiro from a mare's leather
And the sound reached for meters and leagues
I put a vine around the outside
And it had a spur rosette as a rattle

I was hired for a country dance
By bad luck the band was missing a pandeiro
The folks liked the native sound
And so I was called with a reputation as an artist

In a buckskin horse
I went to the party
And the sound of the instrument
Scared the horse

He came frightened
From that shaking
And I stuck the pandeiro
In the horse's ears

In that gallop my horse refuses
I pulled on the reins, sniffed the grass
The gaucho beret got lost in the wind
And I found a note for my instrument

I arrived at the party of the buckskin horse
Who came frightened with bloodshot eyes
The band was already rehearsing
And it was in the shed that I tied up my horse

The dance starts with a xote
Outside my horse stretched its neck
It sat through that thunderstorm
And around midnight the shed collapsed

There were women running
Old ladies screaming
And the dance ended
In that chaos

It was the horse's fault
In that mess
That I was annoyed
Playing the pandeiro

In that gallop my horse refuses
I pulled on the reins, sniffed the grass
The gaucho beret got lost in the wind
And I found a note for my instrument

In that gallop my horse refuses
I pulled on the reins, sniffed the grass
The gaucho beret got lost in the wind
And I found a note for my instrument

It was the horse's fault
In that mess
That I was annoyed
Playing the pandeiro