Muiñeira E Jota De Zobra
Palabras darei darei
Palabras darei darei
Vintecinco cada dia
E ningunha cumplireie
Baila bien el bailador
I tambien la bailadora
Si la vista no me engaña
Baila el novio con la novia
Viva Zobra viva Zobra
Terra donde eu nacin
Viva Zobra viva Zobra
Do partido de Lalinhe
Date la vuelta guapo, date la vuelta
Que quiero ver la espalda de tu chaqueta
De tu chaqueta guapo, de tu chaqueta
Date la vuelta guapo, date la vuelta
Nesta rua non hay nada
Nesta rua non hay nada
Aqui no estan mis amoros
Ni los de mi camarada
Ide bailar se queredes
Ide bailar se queredes
Un bailiño coma este
Inda non e merecedes
Morenos los hizo diose
I los blancos un platero
Como es cosa que dios hizo
Yo de los morenos quiero
Muiñeira and Jota of Zobra
I’ll give you words, I will, I will
I’ll give you words, I will, I will
Twenty-five every day
And I won’t keep any
The dancer dances well
And so does the dancer girl
If my eyes don’t deceive me
The groom dances with the bride
Long live Zobra, long live Zobra
The land where I was born
Long live Zobra, long live Zobra
From the party of Lalinhe
Turn around, handsome, turn around
I want to see the back of your jacket
Of your jacket, handsome, of your jacket
Turn around, handsome, turn around
In this street, there’s nothing
In this street, there’s nothing
My loves aren’t here
Nor are my buddy’s
Go dance if you want
Go dance if you want
A little dance like this
You still don’t deserve it
God made the dark ones
And the whites a silver spoon
How is it that God made this?
I want the dark ones.