Dora

Dora, queen of frevo and maracatu
Dora, cafuza queen of a maracatu
I met you in Recife
Of rivers cut by bridges
Of neighborhoods, of colonial fountains
Dora, I called
Oh Dora! . . . Oh Dora!
I came to the city
To see you pass by
Oh Dora...
Now in my thoughts I see you swaying
This way, now that way
My dear! ....
The bugles of the military band play to announce
Your Dora, now will pass by
Come see what is good
Oh Dora, queen of frevo and maracatu
No one sways, or dances, better than you!