Amor de um violeiro

Miss, I don't know how to speak
Beautiful things to conquer you
I only have a guitar, miss
I only know how to sing

Miss, I don't have money
My wealth I will tell you
It's the arm of the guitar, miss
I only know how to sing

Miss, if you stop a little to listen to me
In a few minutes you will discover me
See the depths of my heart

Miss, I already know that now it's just about hanging out
But what I really want is to get married
If you find me old-fashioned, I apologize
But I want to talk to your parents
Ask for your hand

And if you accept the love of a guitarist
Your heart will be my destination
Me and the guitar and an eternal song
Miss, I'm not in a hurry to conquer you
The arm of the guitar will console me
Until you fully open your heart