Pousa
Fun á taberna do meu compadre,
Fun polo vento e vin polo aire
É como cousa de encantamento
Fun polo aire e vin polo vento.
E pousa, pousa, pousa,
E non me toques naquela cousa
E pousa, pousa axiña,
E non me toques naquela cousiña.
Murmuraban as miñas veciñas
Que eu andaba co crego nas viñas
Eso é verdá, eu non o nego,
Que eu andiven a loitas co crego.
Land
I went to my buddy's tavern,
I went by the wind and came by the air
It's like an enchantment
I came by the air and went by the wind.
And land, land, land,
And don't touch me in that thing
And land, land quickly,
And don't touch me in that little thing.
My neighbors were whispering
That I was walking with the ram in the vineyards
That's true, I don't deny it,
That I fought with the ram.