Baile na Serra

I grab the accordion and sing this melody
Remembering a dance I went to a few days ago
It was up in the mountains at Mané Romão's house
And I had a companion who was my brother

And Porca Véia, a determined accordionist
Made a sound on the accordion and started playing
Played a xote for a fancy dance
And in his rhymed verses he started singing

And a dark-haired woman with an enchanted body
Looked my way and I went to dance with her
but my brother with a girl in red
Started dancing closely, something to envy

With the dark-haired woman I started talking softly
Slowly and nicely and the courtship was arranged
But my brother with the girl in red
Started dancing closely and her father didn't like it

At midnight there was a fight in a corner
They broke three, four benches because of my brother
In the early morning they found each other again
It stank of trouble, and of clubs, and of guns and knives

I'm a guy who likes a commotion
I got into the mess just to see what would happen
They cornered me, surrounded me with five or six
I knocked down a couple, three and they couldn't cut me

My brother, a bad-minded Indian
Grabbed some tools and cut many people
And it went on until daybreak
Because no one could understand each other until the dance ended