Fiesta Campera

When I see you so precious dancing, I want to live
With your beautiful hair, the April breeze plays
You start with a certain grace to unfold your skirt
To be like the fan that throws wind as it passes

Beautiful girl; no! What do you think, buddy?

Among so many dancers, you are the best in the place
Be careful, buddy; don't fall in love!

The old man already told you he's in love; he's drooling

Lucky is the beautiful fate that the country dance has
You can't deny the goddess-like air

Cheer up, country dance, you can't complain anymore
Embrace your partner who knows how to dance well

It's clear that in our land, tradition is reflected
And how well the old lady dances with her swirling skirts!
Come down, Saint Peter, from heaven; to see this couple dance!

For that gaucho in boots, a general applause
You can tell who dances well: makes a mule tremble

The young man dances beautifully! What do you think, 'ña Juana?
That's how I like it, buddy! The couple in their duty
Long live the old gauchos! and the old women of yesterday!

Come on, old lady, remember your times! Oh, beautiful old lady!

Ah, my times when I was young; I remember when I danced
Now, not even with oil, I can't move the tabas

Let me help you, this old man, if you can't do anything anymore

After finishing that dance, give me a sip from the jug
Watching such a beautiful dance makes my heart skip a beat
Now the couple is satisfied
And the old women in that corner are smoking