Madrugada

The morning star is rising
Announcing the dawn
The old dusty accordion
Plays a shy vaneira

The lantern is dozing off
Announcing the end of the party
The roosters sing up on the perch
And in the commotion, the young folks dance

Dawn is breaking, the day is dawning
The Sun is about to rise
Peeking through the cracks, a remnant of the dance
A melancholic accordion crying in a corner

Down the road, skirmish, horses, the gauchos
Carrying in their dreams the dark-haired girl
Rounding up, maybe another dawn

Down the road, skirmish, horses, the gauchos
Carrying in their dreams the dark-haired girl
Rounding up, maybe another dawn