Dai Qui Miorô

I went to a dance party in the countryside
The animation was weak, boring and without warmth
It was then that the boys shouted in the same tone
We need an accordionist to make this party good

They got an accordion, with it a player
From that moment on, things got tough
Accordionist on stage, stuck the harmonica to his chest
And the people came to the room and sang like this

Then it gets better, then it gets better
After the accordionist pulled the bellows in the interveiro
It was that the dance was bigger, hence the bigger

Like a St. John's Day party, jumping over hot coals
There on the dance floor, the guys set the house on fire
If lipstick and perfume are the spice of a kiss
The dance is only enjoyable when played by an accordionist

The kitchen is empty, where did the cooks go?
They are all there in the room around the accordionist
The people who were outside all got in without paying
The doorman also went to see the accordionist play

The dance continues lively, and no one leaves the room
In the coming and going of this bellows, in the bellows that come and go
It's in the breath of the neck, it's in the sweat that runs down
There are no more ugly women for men who are drunk

The waiters are alone at the bar, there is no one else
The dance security has already gone to the dance floor too
If the beginning was weak, now it's on fire
The accordionist's touch made the dance even better