La Belle de Jour / Girassol
Alceu Valença
The Beauty of the Day / Sunflower
Ah, hey! Ah, hey!
Ah, hey! Ah, hey!
Dow Tetete Dow
Dow tetetete dow dow dow
Ah! The Beauty of the Day
I remember the beautiful girl from Boa Viagem beach
And the girl in the middle of a blue Sunday afternoon
Blue was beautiful, of the day was the beauty of the afternoon
Her blue eyes, like the afternoon
On a blue Sunday afternoon
The beauty of the day
I remember the beautiful girl from Boa Viagem beach
And the girl in the middle of a blue Sunday afternoon
Blue was beautiful, of the day was the beauty of the afternoon
Her blue eyes, like the afternoon
On a blue Sunday afternoon
The beauty of the day
Beauty of the day, oh, oh, beauty of the day
The beauty of the day was the most beautiful girl in the whole city
And it was precisely for her
That I wrote my first blues
But beauty of the day, in the blue, traveled
Her blue eyes, like the afternoon
On a blue Sunday afternoon
The beauty of the day
The beauty of the day
I remember the beautiful girl from Boa Viagem beach
And the girl in the middle of a blue Sunday afternoon
Blue was beautiful, of the day was the beauty of the afternoon
Her blue eyes, like the afternoon
On a blue Sunday afternoon
The beauty of the day
I remember the beautiful girl from Boa Viagem beach
And the girl in the middle of a blue Sunday afternoon
Blue was beautiful, of the day was the beauty of the afternoon
Her blue eyes, like the afternoon
On a blue Sunday afternoon
The beauty of the day
Beauty of the day, oh, oh, beauty of the day
The beauty of the day was the most beautiful girl in the whole city
And it was precisely for her
That I wrote my first blues
But beauty of the day, in the blue, traveled
Her blue eyes, like the afternoon
On a blue Sunday afternoon
The beauty of the day
Ah, hey! Ah, hey!
Ah, hey! Ah, hey!
Ah, hey!
Sea and sun
Spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin, spin, spin, sunflower
A sunflower in your hair
Red lipstick, sunflower
Brunette, flower of desire
Your scent on my sheets
I go down to the street, I feel longing
Wild cat, I'm a hunter
Brunette, flower of desire
Ah, your killer scent!
