Ofício, Gaita e Gaiteiro

Colorful lost light
On the outskirts of life
Always gets attention
And the pure core player
Don't complain about winter
Pulling a button

Poor harmonica said a madman
Uncrumpling some change
Leaning on the counter
The "good" night was boiling
With the perfume of the girls
Sweetening the occasion

In a rambling package
The unfolded bagpiper
Stand out as you can
On the stairs the bellows beat
Ask for a drink and take a sip
Pumping something that is left over

Beautiful job, tough fate
From a Corriente harmonica
And a vaneira player
There is no countryside payment
Whoever doesn't look cheerful
Listening to a button panel

Play another one, it's beautiful
Said a redhead opening up
Minx charms
The bagpiper grins
And the girl turns to champagne
Over the harmonica lid

Blessed by mimosas
Old delicate harmonica
It is a tool and a resource
Hold on to the taste for reading
For the profession it is a serious matter
That deserved to have a course

Beautiful job, tough fate
From a Corriente harmonica
And a vaneira player
There is no countryside payment
Whoever doesn't look cheerful
When hearing a button