Quem É Ela
Marco e Mario
Who Is She
The wind envied her scent
And spring brought flowers to her
Even those who pass by quickly can notice
Her graceful walk
Brunette
In the light dance of her legs
Brunette
And the wind that blows dress and hair just to reveal you
Brunette
Poem, dreams, verses, love tales
Songs and rounds are for her
Even the sun lingered here
Because it also fell in love with her
Who is she?
Watered like the flowers
Who are the loves in her heart?
Sprouted like a miracle
Like the flower that grows on the ground in the backlands
Who is she?
There are treasures in her contours
Who is she?
And who won't love her?
Who is she?
Watered like the flowers
Who are the loves in her heart?
Sprouted like a miracle
Like the flower that grows on the ground in the backlands
Who is she?
There are treasures in her contours
Who is she?
And who won't love her?
Who is she?
All the gold to live a little with her
And who won't love her?
Who is she?
Who is she?
Who is she? Ah, ah, ah, ah
Who is she?
And who won't love her?
