Malandrinha
Martinho da Vila
Little Rogue
The Moon is rising silver in color
On top of the green mountain
The singer's lyre in serenade
He complains to his lover from the window
To the sound of the passionate melody
From the strings of the sonorous guitar
The serenader confesses to his beloved
What your heart tells you inside
Oh! Beautiful image of a woman that seduces me
Ah! If I could, you would be on an altar
You are the queen of my dreams, you are the light
You're a rascal, you don't need to work
Wake up my beautiful girlfriend
The Moon invites us to take a walk
Its rays illuminate the entire road
Where will we go?
The street is deserted, oh! Come, dear
Listen close to me, the sound of the pine
And when dawn had already broken
The pigeons will return to their nests
Oh! Beautiful image of a woman that seduces me
Ah! If I could, you would be on an altar
You are the queen of my dreams, you are the light
You're a rascal, you don't need to work
