Gererê

Hold the skirt, girl
Don't let the skirt lift
I ask you to keep that skirt
Because on Sunday we will go for a walk
We will go to Gera Samba
In the middle of the samba we will dance
Put your hands on your hips
Give a wiggle as I sing
Gererê, Gererê, Gererê at Gera Samba
If you generated, I will also
generate at Gera Samba

I took a run
And it was very small
A machete of seven arrobas,
in the field a sheath
A basket of eggs, seven hundred hens
And the train runs over the line

Yes, I'm sticky, I'm sticky
I'm sticky, my love, I'm sticky,
my love
I'm sticky, my love

Going down the hill, I got dizzy
The lazy people say
I'm just fooling around

I'm leaving slowly, slowly

I'm leaving slowly, slowly
I'm getting out slowly, slowly
I'm going to play soccer, slowly, slowly
I'm going to see Aurora, slowly,
slowly
I'm jumping out, slowly, slowly
Come with me now, slowly,
slowly
Dance samba nicely, slowly,
slowly
Dance pretty, slowly, slowly
I'm leaving, slowly, slowly
For Our Lady, slowly, slowly
Get off my back, slowly,
slowly