A Gaita da Bossoroca
A gaita velha que veio da bossoroca
Vejam só como ela toca
Vejam só como ela toca
A gaita velha que veio da bossoroca
E essa gaita ronca mais do tatu dentro da toca
A gaita velha
Tem um toque missioneiro
Só se ouve ela roncando
E o gemido do gaiteiro
E o gaiteiro puxa o fole
Dele gaita, dele fole
Dele fole, dele gaita
Dele, dele, dele, dele
Dele fole, dele, dele,
Dele fole, dele gaita
A gaita velha
Dos tempos de antigamente
Agradava no passado
E faz sucesso no presente
A gaita velha
Ninguém sabe a sua idade
Cangada com os pampas
E ajoujada com a saudade
The Accordion from Bossoroca
The old accordion that came from Bossoroca
Just look how it plays
Just look how it plays
The old accordion that came from Bossoroca
And this accordion growls more than the armadillo inside its burrow
The old accordion
Has a Missions touch
You only hear it growling
And the accordion player's moan
And the accordion player pulls the bellows
Of his accordion, of his bellows
Of his bellows, of his accordion
Of his, of his, of his, of his
Of his bellows, of his, of his
Of his bellows, of his accordion
The old accordion
From the old times
Pleased in the past
And is successful in the present
The old accordion
No one knows its age
Mixed with the pampas
And yoked with nostalgia