O Afiadore
Traigo la roda de la molandeira
Pra afiarlle a aquel que queira
E a todos lles cobro igoal
Por navallas tres perriñas
E por tixeiras un rial
Dalle na roda, dalle madeira
Pra a fiare a aquel que queira
Eu cuchillos, eu navallas, eu tixeiras
Cuando salí de Galicia
A correre el mundo enteiro
Fui por grandes ciudades
Con ventanas e balcoes
Cuando salí de Galicia
Salí bien acompañado
Dunos cuantos haraganes
Como los que tengo al lado
Dalle na roda, dalle madeira
Pra a fiare a aquel que queira
Eu cuchillos, eu navallas, eu tixeiras
Viña decindo unha nena
No coche de Travadense
Que pra ser bon paragüeiro
Hai que nacer en Ourense
Dalle na roda, dalle madeira
Pra a fiare a aquel que queira
Eu cuchillos, eu navallas, eu tixeiras
The Sharpener
I bring the grinding wheel
To sharpen for anyone who wants
And I charge them all the same
For three little knives
And for scissors a buck
Give it on the wheel, give it wood
To sharpen for anyone who wants
I knives, I little knives, I scissors
When I left Galicia
To run through the whole world
I went to big cities
With windows and balconies
When I left Galicia
I left well accompanied
By a few lazybones
Like the ones I have next to me
Give it on the wheel, give it wood
To sharpen for anyone who wants
I knives, I little knives, I scissors
A girl came saying
In the Travadense car
That to be a good umbrella maker
You have to be born in Ourense
Give it on the wheel, give it wood
To sharpen for anyone who wants
I knives, I little knives, I scissors