Flor da Lapa
Wilson Batista
Flower of Lapa
Seeing that woman over there
Drinking, drinking from table to table
She used to be the flower of Lapa
The beauty queen
Men toasted to her body
Drinking champagne
Today the cabaret ends
She has no one to accompany her
She was the most fragrant flower
Had the night Lapa at her feet
Deceived gigolos
Ruined colonels
Carries a huge sorrow today
Always avoids the mirror
To not see the truth in her face
