Maria Rosa

Maria Rosa
I would sing a thousand sambas in a row
To read your silent eyes
When I tell you I'm coming back
When I cause you pain
When I give you a flower
Or steal a rose from you

Maria Rosa
Pay attention to your sermon
You may not even understand
When I prefer Maracanã
When I tell you no
When I ask for your hand
But I go out in green and pink

This life that comes and goes
And is made of samba and love
Every day ends at the table
With the coffee you always make
That always has a spoonful of sugar
And the affection that Chico sang about
In a white suit and top hat
Your hustler has returned