A Rosinha dos Limões
Artur Ribeiro
The Little Rose of Lemons
When she walks by, petite and full of grace,
There's always a mischievous air in her bewitching gaze,
Off she goes, looking more beautiful every day,
And her calico dress always has a Sunday feel.
She passes by swiftly, cheerful and flirtatious,
And smiling at the whole street, she's sowing illusions.
When she walks by, selling lemons in the square,
And they even call her, for fun, the little rose of lemons.
When she walks by, by my window,
My eyes follow her until I can't see the end of the street,
With a mischievous air, she walks hurriedly,
Laughing about everything and nothing, and sometimes she smiles at me.
When she walks by, calling out the lemons,
Alone, with my thoughts, in the gap of my window,
I think that one day, for fun,
I'll buy lemons in the square and then, marry her!
