Morro de Ciúme Dela

When she walks down the street
It's a general commotion
One shouts, another whistles
She lifts the spirits
I have the happiness
Of being the owner of the flower
I die of jealousy of her, oh, oh, oh

One says: Oh, what a cutie!
Another says: What a love!
But I know she's only mine, oh, oh, oh

She's my girl
Fly away, hawk
She's a trophy I won
In the battles of the heart
I have the happiness
Of being the owner of the flower
I die of jealousy of her, oh, oh, oh

One says: Oh, what a cutie!
Another says: What a love!
But I know she's only mine, oh, oh, oh

One says: Oh, what a cutie!
Another says: What a love!
But I know she's only mine, oh, oh, oh