Xote Das Moças

Girl come to my heart
You are already a young lady
Rose made, in bud, come
I am the doctor who examines you
I want your love
To fulfill my destiny

But the girl
Who wanted to date
Now wants
A boyfriend to marry
She's bothering me
To talk to her father
To ask for her hand in marriage
And the only way is to tie myself up

The doctor surrendered
To the cleverness of the girl
Who imposed love
On the doctor of medicine?
And this doctor
Transformed into a patient
Prefers to marry
To be the doctor of only one client