Ciranda da Rosa Vermelha
Elba Ramalho
Circle of the Red Rose
Your sweet kiss
Tastes like sugarcane honey.
I am your lover, your slave,
My love.
I am your sugarcane, your mill, your windmill;
You are like a bird
That is called a hummingbird.
I am your sugarcane, your mill, your windmill;
You are like a bird
That is called a hummingbird.
I am a red rose,
Oh! My beloved.
Hummingbird, I am your rose
And I will love you until I die.
I am a red rose,
Oh! My beloved.
Hummingbird, I am your rose
And I will love you until I die.
When you fly
To kiss the other flowers,
I feel pain,
Jealousy and heat,
That takes my chest, my body
And invades my soul.
Only my hummingbird calms
Your slave, my lord.
That takes my chest, my body
And invades my soul.
Only my hummingbird calms
Your slave, my lord.
I am a red rose
Oh! My beloved.
Hummingbird, I am your rose
And I will love you until I die.
I am a red rose
Oh! My beloved.
Hummingbird, I am your rose
And I will love you until I die.
