Dai Qui Miorô

I went to a country dance, in a small town ball
The animation was weak, dull and without heat
That's when the guys were shouting in the same tone
We're missing an accordion player, for this dance to get good

They got an accordion, with a player
From that moment on, things got wild
The accordion player on stage, held the harmonica close to his chest
And the people came to the hall and sang like this

Come here Miorô, come here Miorô
After the accordion player pulled the bellows in the interlude
That's when the dance got better, come here Miorô

Like a Saint John's party, jumping on top of embers
There on the dance floor, the guys set the house on fire
If lipstick and perfume, are the seasoning of a kiss
The dance is only enjoyable, with the touch of an accordion player

The kitchen is empty, where are the cooks?
They're all in the hall around the accordion player
The people who were outside all came in without paying
Even the doorman went to play with the accordion player

Come here Miorô

The dance goes on lively, and nobody leaves the hall
In the back and forth of this bellows, in the bellows that come and go
It's in the neck's breath, it's in the sweat that drips
There are no more ugly women, for a drunken man

The waiters are alone, there's no one else at the bar
The dance's security has also gone to the dance floor
If the beginning was weak, now it's on fire
With the accordion player's touch, the dance got better