Muiñada

It was a rainy, cold night
that I spent at the river mill!
Feeling all happy, I started to sing,
to keep the fear of the night at bay!

Thump, thump, knocking at the door,
I run out fast:
it's Marquexiño
coming to grind!

He came with a story, possessed by the devil,
stuff that girls,
many of us don’t want!

The rascal said: I want to grind,
at the river mill, today it’s gotta happen!
In my mill, no one grinds
everyone wants it because it grinds well!

It grinds well, the fools will say,
but apparently, it doesn’t grind for everyone!
And if you want, it’ll grind for me
and if you don’t want, you’ll regret it!

And if it weighs on me, I’ll put it down
but for you, I won’t call out!

But Marquixo, what a "smooth talker"
he got closer and grabbed my waist.
I’ve got a temper, then I got mad,
with the relief, I gave him a whack on the back!

I threw him out and locked the door
because I thought he’d come back around.
Poor Marquixe, what a bad deal,
he took it on the back, and still didn’t grind!