Resto de Baile

I gave in to the reins in search of a country dance
By the light of a lamp burning the wick
I arrived as I arrive, without leaving home
At first I danced a howler monkey

I danced all night taking with me
A remnant of dancing in my whistle
Remembering the girl with the flower in her hair
Asking the bagpiper for the same howler monkey

Along with the viola, the accordion cried
And I wondered why
That the dark-haired girl with the flower in her hair
I kept my eyes glued to the floor

Maybe look for it on the night of a country dance
The light that the lamp cannot give you
Whoever gets lost in the dream
Surely your partner is also a champion

Along with the viola, the accordion cried
And I wondered why
That the dark-haired girl with the flower in her hair
I kept my eyes glued to the floor