O Tranco da Morena Rosa

Look at the swagger of Morena Rosa, covered in rouge and lipstick
Hurting the vanera, in her own way, pumping to the ground

In the twilight of the coastal ranch 'porvadeira' the half rib
The tuned accordionist embellished the keyboard and pumped for her

The scent of Morena Rosa makes us want to grab
Despite being a flirt, she listens to the accordion and starts to spy

The countenance of Morena Rosa, full moon of happiness
The more she dances, the more her body ignites with so much desire