Moça Caipira

A country girl with legs
Very thick and a spell in her gaze
In the prime of her life she came to the city to study
She lives with the godmother who is my neighbor in the apartment
I'm in love with this sin that is a monument

She speaks wrong, pronouns mixed up
And without agreement
It's us, it's us, it's us
It was us, it leaves, but it doesn't matter
She said to me, I answered
My dear, this is my question
If in this mess I grab
The belly, the two of us come together

This country girl at one point
Drives me crazy when she opens her mouth
She says 'zóio' and 'zuvido', for me it makes sense
It's a saying of a country girl
This coexistence has already influenced
My Portuguese
Look how it can be
I already speak 'promode' like a countryman

I like the language
All the country ways of this country girl
Even speaking wrong
I'm not worried, she is my queen
About her question, she tightened the buckle
But I'll answer
If a little child comes, I already have
A little corner for us to live together