Senhorinha

Lady, old farm girl, my darling
Likes to walk with a hat, umbrella
As if she escaped from a folk song

Little lady, swaying on the wicker chair
Likes to braid her spool of thread
As if she seems to guess (love)

Does she want to get married
Will I marry her
Will it be in a chapel
Of a swallow's house

Princess, girl from the love tales of Cinderella
Likes to play fairy godmother
As if she wants to be my queen

Young lady, with her earring and aquamarine necklace
Likes to look at me from the neighboring house
As if she wants me in the dressing room (love)

Will I walk down the aisle
Will I go into her arms
Will this maiden be
The muse of this troubadour

Oh my darling, oh my love
Become my lady