Composer: Luiz Gonzaga
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The English translation is below the Portuguese lyrics
Full lyrics
Gosto de fruta madura
Robadinha lá do pé
Deve ser coisinha louca
O gosto daquela boca
O beijo daquela mulé
Já virou obsessão
Esse amor, essa paixão
Que estou sentindo por ela
Já estou ficando louco
Me acabando pouco a pouco
Com essa distância dela
Qualquer dia me aborreço
Tomo fogo e apareço
Na casa donde ela mora
E digo qual é a razão
Porque sofre o coração
Porque é que o homem chora
Inda bem que me alivia
Esse amor que me conforta
Sonhar com sua boca
E chorar na sua porta
Translation
I like ripe fruit
Stolen from the tree
It must be a crazy little thing
The taste of that mouth
The kiss of that woman
It has already become an obsession
This love, this passion
That I am feeling for her
I am already going crazy
Wasting away little by little
With this distance from her
Any day now I'll get fed up
I'll get fired up and appear
At the house where she lives
And I'll say what the reason is
Why the heart suffers
Why a man cries
It's a good thing it relieves me
This love that comforts me
To dream of her mouth
And cry at her door
