Sete Saias
Carminho
Seven Skirts
Seven skirts of balloon
You take then
To the pilgrimage
Seven deadly sins
That you will show
All in competition
Each one in its color
Wherever you go
With them
With the seven jumping
According to the stepping
Of your flip-flops
Seven skirts you wear
Falling from the hip
And the white blouse
That is really killing you
Then the boys
Just ask you to fall
To count the skirts
Without you dancing
With seven I saw you talking
And you gave everyone cambric handkerchiefs
Does it give you pleasure
To have seven boyfriends, one for each skirt
According to reason's voice
Collecting
Doesn't work
It's best to choose one
And not want any
But to date
Seven skirts you wear
Falling from the hip
And the white blouse
That is really killing you
Then the boys
Just ask you to fall
To count the skirts
Without you dancing
One more piece of advice I give you
While I'm here
Don't give them more wheel
Don't shorten them more
Otherwise when you leave
The whole village comes out
An inch above the foot
To show Zé
Where the sock ends
But not above the knee
That's confusing
And it's ugly
