Malandrinha

The moon is rising, silver bright
High on the lush green mountain
The singer's lyre in serenade
Calls to his lover from the window

To the sound of a passionate melody
From the strings of a sweet guitar
A serenader confesses to his love
What his heart whispers inside

Oh! Beautiful image of a woman who seduces me
Ah! If I could, you'd be on a pedestal
You’re the queen of my dreams, you’re the light
You’re a little rascal, you don’t need to work

Wake up, my lovely girlfriend
The moon invites us to take a stroll
Its rays light up the whole road
Where we’re meant to go

The street is deserted, oh! Come, darling
To hear right next to me, the sound of the pine
And when dawn breaks
The doves will return to their nests

Oh! Beautiful image of a woman who seduces me
Ah! If I could, you’d be on a pedestal
You’re the queen of my dreams, you’re the light
You’re a little rascal, you don’t need to work