A Musica do Gago

One day a stutterer told me
That the woman he loved so much, gon-, gon-, gon-, gon-, gone away

And between stammered sentences
He said this to his beloved in a song

That that that, that that that, that that that that
That said like this

You who never li-, never li-, never li-, never li-
Never li-, never liked me

Just thre- me-me, thre- me-me, thre- me-me
Thre- me-me, thre- me-me, threw me-me away

And I that in the fu-, that in the fu-, that in the fu-, that in the fu-
That in the fu-, that in the future

You put him in the con-, in the conte-, in the conte-
In the conte-, in the conte-, in the nun contest

You became a pu-, a pu-, pu-
A pu-, pu-, a pu-pure maiden