Chacoaiando As Mondonguêra

Half soaked, I saddle up on the roan
Who already knows when I go out to look for scabies to scratch
Because I pick up the trail of the grumbling of the accordion
This crazy roundabout that calls me to dance
A vanera has been poking me since I was young
And this vice is a trap that holds me in the frolic
And when I dismount, I get all worked up like a goose
And in the uproar, I advance like a skinny dog on a bone

Snore, snore eight-punch
I go out like a crazy toad kicking around the hall
Shaking the mondonguêra
I dance all night even if it breaks my heels

It's the joy that I like in these dances
And with the shaking of the mondongo, people sometimes get it together
I go into the room to the girls asking for a kiss
And already letting loose the crazy lines to see if I catch any
When I shake in the arms of some mate
I jump, crouch, stretch, and in the back and forth, I almost split
Because in this job of wearing out the boot soles
This cowboy has more turns than a wild donkey raised

Snore, snore eight-punch
I go out like a crazy toad kicking around the hall
Shaking the mondonguêra
I dance all night even if it breaks my heels