Ângela
Neguinho da Beija-Flor
Angela
I prefer to believe it's a lie
It's too bright for just one look
It's too much inspiration, it's too much lyre
But my old eyes
They didn't want to deceive me
She is black, blackness that fascinates
Lady girl, lady girl
It got me out of control
By exposing your beautiful look on this retina
Your voice that the singing itself enchanted
Today I saw a beautiful black angel
Black angel, beautiful angel
Black Angela
I saw a beautiful black angel
Black angel, beautiful angel
Black Angela
That whole body made me go crazy
And this male instinct keeps charging me
Oh, if I were the first
Seconds or thirds would not take my place
I saw a beautiful black angel
Black angel, beautiful angel
Black Angela
I saw a beautiful black angel
Black angel, beautiful angel
Black Angela
I prefer to believe it's a lie
It's too bright for just one look
It's too much inspiration, it's too much lyre
But my old eyes
They didn't want to deceive me
She is black, a blackness that fascinates
Lady girl, lady girl
It got me out of control
By exposing your beautiful look on this retina
Your voice that the singing itself enchanted
Help, people!
Today I saw a beautiful black angel
Black angel, beautiful angel
Black Angela
I saw a beautiful black angel
Black angel, beautiful angel
Black Angela
That whole body made me go crazy
And this male instinct keeps charging me
Oh, if I were the first
Seconds nor thirds would take my place
I saw a beautiful black angel
Black angel, beautiful angel
Black Angela
I saw a beautiful black angel
Black angel, beautiful angel
Black Angela
Today I saw a beautiful black angel
Black angel, beautiful angel
Black Angela
I saw a beautiful black angel
Black angel, beautiful angel
Black Angela