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Luiz Gonzaga

Tamborete De ForróForró Stool

Luiz Gonzaga · 12 + Do Forró 12 More Forró (2025)

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Composer: Santanna "O Cantador"

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The English translation is below the Portuguese lyrics

Full lyrics

Ela era miudinha

Botei seu nome tamborete de forró

Mas quando ela me deu uma olhada

Senti logo uma flechada


Meu coração foi logo dando um nó

Ela dançando, balançando os cachos

Que meus cento e vinte baixos

Quase vira um pé de bode


De lado dela, um sujeito sem jeito

Eu aqui com dor no peito

Mas como é que pode?

Tava tocando um baião cheio de dedos


Quando dei fé tava tocando Chopin

Menina você vá me dando asa

Que eu levo você pra casa

E a gente faz um monte de tamboretím


Ela dançando, nem me deu ciúme

Porque dizem que perfume

Que é pequeno cheira mais

Ela brilhando no forró inteiro


Apagaro o candieiro, derramaro o gái

Ai que vontade que chegasse um sanfoneiro

Para tomar este fole aqui de mim

Menina você vá me dando asa

Que eu levo você pra casa

E a gente faz um monte de tamboretím

Translation

She was tiny

I named her forró stool

But when she gave me a look

I immediately felt an arrow shot


My heart immediately tied a knot

She dancing, swinging her curls

That my one hundred and twenty basses

Almost turned into a goat's foot


Beside her, an awkward guy

Me here with a pain in my chest

But how can it be?

I was playing a baião full of fingers


When I realized, I was playing Chopin

Girl, you keep giving me wings

That I'll take you home

And we'll make a bunch of little stools


She dancing, didn't even make me jealous

Because they say that perfume

That is small smells more

She shining in the whole forró


They put out the lamp, they spilled the kerosene

Oh, how I wish an accordion player would arrive

To take this bellows from me


Girl, you keep giving me wings

That I'll take you home

And we'll make a bunch of little stools

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