O Cochicho
Amália Rodrigues
The Whisper
On the night of São João, what a vein
No one wants to shut up
With the whisper in hand, so then
And a pot of basil
Marchó filambó goes by, tro-lo-ló
With torches and balloons
Between squeezes, bumping into each other
Dancing the solidó makes hearts beat faster!
Look at the whisper that can't stop whistling:
Ri pi pi pi pi pi pi!
And never goes out of tune!
The gang, who wants to blow
Ri pi pi pi pi pi pi!
In the girl's whisper?
A chit-chat, leru, capiru
Out of pity, out of whim
Seeing me alone on the street, the fool
Wanted to grab my whisper
But when a punch hit the Jew
He even cried for his mother
And without stopping, he started digging
The whisper is very mine!
I don't give it to anyone else!
