Ah, Quem Me Dera

Oh, how I wish to be a poet
To sing in your praise
Beautiful songs, make poems
Say phrases of love

Unfortunately, like me
I didn't learn the A-B-C
I make sambas by ear for you

After many polished phrases, I realized
That the rhymes I need, those rhymes I forgot
And that the verb to love is not conjugated without you
I make sambas, I don't even know why

After many polished phrases, I realized
That the rhymes I need, those rhymes I forgot
And that the verb to love is not conjugated without you
I make sambas for you
I make sambas, I don't even know
I make sambas by ear for you