Rosinha

Gonna build my little house
Up on the cerrado hill
But I only take Rosinha
After everything's set

Missing my hammock hook
And the frame for the window
A pot for my thirst
A little stove for her

I'll arrive in the evening
Through this door where I am
I'll embrace Rosinha
Who waited all day long

Then I'll sing to her
On the guitar strings
Counting the little stars
That will surely come

The house is wonderful
Just missing electricity
But soon the power will come
And will enhance the city

Then I'll sell this shit
And fill my ass with money
And screw Rosinha
I'm gonna live in the brothel!