Marcha do Remador (Se a Canoa Não Virar)
Chiclete Com Banana
Rower's March (If the Canoe Doesn't Tip Over)
It's bangulê, dum, dum
It's too much Nana Banana
Look at the lipstick on her lips
Her lips taste like Nana Banana
If I could love her, I would
But I can't love her without love
Nana Banana
My heart freezes for you, for you
She always froze me, Nana Banana
Today I know I love her, I love her
How great is this love
Nana Banana
With her girlish ways
Had a lot of adrenaline, I want more
Nana Banana
I saw her and she had kissed
She had kissed and the guy was the teacher
If the canoe doesn't tip over, olê, olê, olá
I'll get there
