Composer: Benício Guimarães
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The English translation is below the Portuguese lyrics
Full lyrics
Morena da cintura de abelha me provoca me judia
Com esse corpo bronzeado, cheiroso, suado
Ah pedaço de pecado
Seus olhos verdes são duas fogueira acesa
Com esse porte de princesa incendeia o povoado
E quando chega no forró ou na balada agita rapaziada
Com esse seu rebolado, e se alguém lhe convida pra dançar
Tentando lhe conquistar ela diz, ah coitado, rárai
Sai rebolando, rebolando, rebolando, remexendo peneirando
Agitando a jiripoca
Falta o polvinho pra fazer a tapioca
No reboleixon passa a mão na pororoca
Até parece farinha da mandioca
A mulher peneira a massa
E o homem rala mandioca
Rala mandioca, rala mandioca
A mulher peneira a massa e o homem rala mandioca
Na madrugada o forró ta superlotado
O sanfoneiro capricha no resfolegado
Já tem cabra embriagado com o coração molim, molinho
E a morena passa de blusa suada rebolando dá risada
Com um jeito safadinho
E se alguém tenta se aproximar
Querendo lhe conquistar ela diz, eta, é ruim
Translation
Brown-skinned girl with a wasp waist provokes me, torments me
With that tanned, fragrant, sweaty body
Ah, a piece of sin
Her green eyes are two lit bonfires
With that princess-like bearing, she sets the village ablaze
And when she arrives at the forró or the party, she stirs up the guys
With that hip-swaying of hers, and if someone invites her to dance
Trying to win her over, she says, "ah, poor thing," ha-ha!
Goes out swaying, swaying, swaying, wiggling, sifting
Stirring up a commotion
Missing the little powder to make the tapioca
In her "reboleixon" she runs her hand over the pororoca
It even looks like cassava flour
The woman sifts the dough
And the man grates the cassava
Grates the cassava, grates the cassava
The woman sifts the dough and the man grates the cassava
In the early morning, the forró is overcrowded
The accordion player excels with the bellows
There are already guys drunk with a very tender heart
And the brown-skinned girl passes by in a sweaty blouse, swaying her hips, laughing
With a naughty little way
And if someone tries to approach
Wanting to win her over, she says, "oh boy, no way!"
