Composer: Amelinha
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The English translation is below the Portuguese lyrics
Full lyrics
Tava eu mirando a Lua
Veio a moça me olhar
Perguntei se era nova
Não custou me apaixonar
No cavalo de São Jorge
Já mulher a galopar
Sete léguas de paixão
Sem parar de suspirar
Tava tocando viola
Num galope à beira mar
Ai, ai, ai, é bom que dói
Ui, ui, ui, chega a sangrar
Gemedeira é que nem beijo
Começou, custa a parar
Ela olhou, pediu um xote
Pra gemer bastou te amar
Tava sentado na pedra
Veio o dono reclamar
Perguntou pra ver quem era
Não custou me apresentar
Com cem tiros de pistola
Sete furos de punhal
Sou violeiro, patrão
Ele não pôde escutar
Tava eu mirando a Lua
Veio a moça me olhar
Perguntei se era nova
Não custou me apaixonar
No cavalo de São Jorge
Já mulher a galopar
Sete léguas de paixão
Sem parar de suspirar
Tava tocando viola
Num galope à beira mar
Ai, ai, ai, é bom que dói
Ui, ui, ui, chega a sangrar
Gemedeira é que nem beijo
Começou, custa a parar
Ela olhou, pediu um xote
Pra gemer bastou te amar
Tava sentado na pedra
Veio o dono reclamar
Perguntou pra ver quem era
Não custou me apresentar
Com cem tiros de pistola
Sete furos de punhal
Sou violeiro, patrão
Ele não pôde escutar
Translation
I was gazing at the Moon
A girl came to look at me
I asked if she was young
It didn't take long to fall in love
On Saint George's horse
A woman already galloping
Seven leagues of passion
Without stopping to sigh
I was playing the viola
In a gallop by the sea
Oh, oh, oh, it's good it hurts
Ooh, ooh, ooh, it almost bleeds
A moan is like a kiss
Once it starts, it's hard to stop
She looked, asked for a xote
Just loving you was enough to moan
I was sitting on the stone
The owner came to complain
He asked to see who it was
It didn't take long to introduce myself
With a hundred pistol shots
Seven dagger holes
I'm a viola player, boss
He couldn't hear
I was gazing at the Moon
A girl came to look at me
I asked if she was young
It didn't take long to fall in love
On Saint George's horse
A woman already galloping
Seven leagues of passion
Without stopping to sigh
I was playing the viola
In a gallop by the sea
Oh, oh, oh, it's good it hurts
Ooh, ooh, ooh, it almost bleeds
A moan is like a kiss
Once it starts, it's hard to stop
She looked, asked for a xote
Just loving you was enough to moan
I was sitting on the stone
The owner came to complain
He asked to see who it was
It didn't take long to introduce myself
With a hundred pistol shots
Seven dagger holes
I'm a viola player, boss
He couldn't hear
