Ânsia de Baile

In the mouth of the night my saddled horse
It's time to sing surrounded by the fence
The whole month working on the ranch
And the clamor of this longing cannot be stopped

Brand new bombacha bought at the store
And with care, a bath in the stream
A smile on my face that my beloved imprints
I'm off to the dance, looking for a partner

And there, trot and gallop
My road horse knows this rider
And in the longing for the dance, a Chinese stir
It seems I hear the grumble of the accordion

And there, trot and gallop
My road horse knows this rider
And in the longing for the dance, a Chinese stir
It seems I hear the grumble of the accordion

On the way back from the hill, at the edge of the pass
I hear the beat of the accordion and tambourine
I dismount in front of the mud-walled ranch
And I'm not scared by the look of the gatekeeper

I've paid and entered, and my eyes go to the bar
They meet the gaze of the brunette
And I think to myself, she's the one I choose
And the night will surely be very short

The sun comes to look at me from behind the shack
My horse neighs, waiting for me
But I don't let go of the hands of the brunette
And the dance, what a pity, is coming to an end

But I carry hope engraved on my face
And the old man is pleased and sent an invitation
To confirm a date for another Sunday
For he will allow us to court