Muinheira de interior
Farruco foi ao muínho
Volveu cheo de farinha
El muiñeiro non é
Eu non sei con quen andaría
Non sei con quen andaría
Que mira como camiña
Marchou onte pola noite
Volveu hoxe polo día
Unha noite no muíño
Unha noite non é nada
Unha semaniña enteira
Eso si que é muiñada
A mandíbula de Farruquiño
Non vexas como se move
El di que non tomou nada
Pero báilalle o pasodobre
Báilalle o pasodobre
Tamén lle castañea
Van a ter que contratalo
Pa' tocar no grupo da aldea
Árdelle o eixo, árdelle o carro
Prende esе porro e pasa o cacharro
Muiñeira de intеrior
Porque non hai outra feira mellor
É carballeira
Árdelle o eixo
Arrastráche-lo cu polas pallas
E fixéche-la cama no chan
E molláche-la berberechiña
Que traías sequiña do v'rán
Que traías sequiña do v'rán
Que traías sequiña do v'rán
Arrastráche-lo cu polas pallas
E fixéche-la cama no chan
Interior Miller's Dance
Farruco went to the mill
He returned full of flour
The miller is not
I don't know who he was with
I don't know who he was with
Watching how he walks
He left yesterday at night
He returned today during the day
One night at the mill
One night is nothing
A whole week
Now that's a milling
Farruquiño's jaw
Don't see how it moves
He says he didn't drink anything
But he dances the pasodoble
He dances the pasodoble
He also clicks his fingers
They will have to hire him
To play in the village band
The axle burns, the cart burns
He lights that joint and passes the pipe
Interior miller's dance
Because there is no better fair
It's a oak grove
The axle burns
You dragged the ass through the straw
And made the bed on the floor
And wet the little berberet you brought
That you had kept dry from the summer
That you had kept dry from the summer
That you had kept dry from the summer
You dragged the ass through the straw
And made the bed on the floor