Nos Vemos Allá en el Baile

See you at the dance
Put on your espadrilles
'Cause what’s coming is joropo
They’re tuning the harp
See you at the dance
Put on your espadrilles
'Cause what’s coming is joropo
They’re tuning the harp
There’s gonna be a good cuatrista
A bass that stands out
I also heard a maraca player
Shaking the maracas
And I could hear clearly
The owner said it’s her place
Fill some drums with water
Some buckets and tubs
'Cause pouring water on the floor
Is how the dust settles

Play a kirpa
A guacharaca
A periquera
So anyone can sing
And a seis por derecho
To move your feet
Some are all good
Others get drunk
And save the little songs
For when the sun comes up

Pour the water, my friend
Splash that water, my buddy
Wet the ground
So the dust doesn’t rise
And pour the water, my friend
Splash that water, my buddy
Wet the ground
So the dust doesn’t rise

I’m a criolla like a botalón
And I carry in my heart
A bandola and a harp
Excuse me, little buddy
For being so regionalist
I love my plains
And my homeland

One night I went to a dance
With music not so great
And I left without saying goodbye
To avoid causing a scene
One night I went to a dance
With music not so great
And I left without saying goodbye
To avoid causing a scene
Those who love the criollo
Call me and hire me
For all celebrations
And girls' fifteens
For the town fairs
Festivals and parties
But with good music
They know my thing is the harp
Wherever the joropo plays
I get wild and spend cash

Play a kirpa
A guacharaca
A periquera
So anyone can sing
And a seis por derecho
To move your feet
Some are all good
Others get drunk
And save the little songs
For when the sun comes up

Pour the water, my friend
Splash that water, my buddy
Wet the ground
So the dust doesn’t rise
And pour the water, my friend
Splash that water, my buddy
Wet the ground
So the dust doesn’t rise

I’m a criolla like a botalón
And I carry in my heart
A bandola and a harp
Excuse me, little buddy
For being so regionalist
I love my plains
And my homeland

I’m a criolla like a botalón
And I carry in my heart
A bandola and a harp
Excuse me, little buddy
For being so regionalist
I love my plains
And my homeland