Como É Duro Trabalhar

I was walking, walking,
Looking for a place
With a shack, a brunette
And a little corner to plant.

I found the land, saw the house,
Just needed to weed,
But without the brunette's embrace
Who am I to take advantage

And off I go...
Stop here, stop there.
And off I go...
How hard it is to work.

And I sing, play some tunes,
Dance in the village square.
Looking for the brunette with a flirtatious look,
The smell of sugarcane.

I flirt with this one, flirt with that one,
I keep flirting nonstop.
But there's no more innocent girl
That deserves me to take advantage