Cordeona Véia
Baitaca
Old Accordion
Old worn-out accordion
From the fandangos it played
Memories and road dust
Kept inside the bellows
When I hear you opening up
Awakening my memory
If the fandangos end
Your name remains in history
Many lively fandangos
In this spirited homeland
Don't tell me you're tough
If you don't like the accordion
Already with worn-out keys
Weak, out of tune voice
The straps have already broken
No color, it's faded
In country gatherings
It witnessed many disputes
And today, with the bellows torn
It blows on the face of the accordionist
Many lively fandangos
In this spirited homeland
Don't tell me you're a gaucho
If you don't like the accordion
Accompanied in E Major
Talented troubadours
Supported the horsemen
In camp ranches
Many chula contests
Accompanied with flair
At a CTG dance
In rodeo tents
Many lively fandangos
In this spirited homeland
Don't tell me you're tough
If you don't like the accordion
Old accordion, from you
I know Rio Grande is proud
Many sleepless nights
We had in various gatherings
In wedding celebrations
Many times, you opened up
And even at funerals
Of departed colleagues
Many lively fandangos
In this spirited homeland
Don't tell me you're tough
If you don't like the accordion
Many lively fandangos
In this spirited homeland
Don't tell me you're a gaucho
If you don't like the accordion
