Gemedeira
Amelinha
Moaning
I was gazing at the moon
The girl came to look at me
I asked if she was new
It didn't cost me to fall in love
On the horse of Saint George
Already a woman galloping
Seven leagues of passion
Without stopping sighing
I was playing the guitar
In a gallop by the seaside
Oh, oh, oh, it's good that it hurts
Ouch, ouch, ouch, it even bleeds
Moaning is like a kiss
Starts hard to stop
She looked, asked for a dance
To moan was enough to love you
I was sitting on the rock
The owner came to complain
Asked to see who I was
It didn't cost me to introduce myself
With a hundred shots of a pistol
Seven stabs of a dagger
I'm a troubadour, boss
He couldn't hear
