Soñadora del carnaval

Your handkerchief gets wet
with the tears of the carnival
Dance, girl, in my sorrow
with the verses of this song.

I like your figure
filling me with illusion
Dance the zamba machado
perfuming my heart.

Don't let me cry
cheer me up throughout the carnival
the drums sound, the changos dance
it's the bagualas that make me cry.

Your jet-black hair
wants to fly with the wind
towards the moon of the river
little machadito of the carnival.

How joyful are your eyes
with the celebration of your gaze
don't ever forget the verses
carnival singer.