Aula de Piano

After lunch in the empty room
Mother would go up to recline
And in the past that the room hid
The little girl would wait

The piano teacher would arrive
And start a new lesson
And the little girl, so pretty
Filled the house like a bugle
She opened her chest, went all out
And sang like this:

Oh, oh, oh
There, G, F, E, D
Take your hand off there
C, C, D, C, B
It doesn't work here
E, E, F, E, D
And now G, F
For the lesson to end

The chorus says: he who doesn't cry doesn't get fed
Success and consecration came
That finally laid in fame
Having achieved total perfection
Never seen so much variety
With four hands in love concerts
But in truth they missed
When he was her teacher
And when she, a beautiful girl
Opened her mouth wide:

Oh, oh, oh
There, G, F, E, D...