Frevo Mulher
Trio Virgulino
Frevo Woman
How many here listening had eyes of faith
How many elements love that woman
How many men were winter, others summer
Autumns falling dry on the ground of my hand
Groaned among the heads the tip of the spur
The leaf of the touch-me-not and the fear of loneliness
Poison my companion unties in the singer
And flows into the first dam of my love
It's when the wind shakes the hair
The braid all red
A blind eye wanders looking for a
