Alecrim Dourado
Tidinha
Golden Rosemary
Rosemary, golden rosemary
That was born in the field
Without being sown
It was my love...
Who told me... like this
That the flower of the field... is the rosemary
Rosemary, tiny rosemary
That was born in the field
Perfuming everything
It was my love
Who told me like this
That the flower of the field is the rosemary
Rosemary, rosemary in bunches
Because of you
My eyes cry
It was my love
Who told me like this
That the flower of the field is the rosemary
