A Noiva da Cidade
Chico Buarque
The City Bride
Tutu-Marambá, don't come here anymore
The child's mother sends you to be killed
Tutu-Marambá, don't come here anymore
The child's mother sends you to be killed
Oh, how careless this girl is
With the wide-open window
She wants to sleep with impunity
Or maybe the girl up there
Doesn't hear the alarm
In people's hearts
Oh, what carelessness of this girl
Dad is out in the fields
And mom went out for a walk
And every man in the city
Wants to enter
The lullaby verses
To be a Tutu-Marambá
Oh, how absent-minded this girl is
Who knows if she's dressed
Or if she sleeps transparently
She knows very well that when she falls asleep
She's stealing
The sleep of others
Oh, how wicked this girl is
And may no one hear us here
She knows how to enchant
Because every man in the city
Wants to enter
The dreams she likes to dream
And be a Tutu-Marambá
Ox, ox, ox, ox of the dark face
Catch that girl who's afraid of masks
