A Rosinha Dos Limões 歌词

歌曲	A Rosinha Dos Limões
歌手	Katia Guerreiro
专辑	Os Fados Do Fado
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	Quando ela passa, franzina e cheia de graça,
	Há sempre um ar de chalaça, no seu olhar feiticeiro.
	Lá vai catita, cada dia mais bonita,
	E o seu vestido, de chita, tem sempre um ar domingueiro.
	Passa ligeira, alegre e namoradeira,
	E a sorrir, p'rá rua inteira, vai semeando ilusões.
	Quando ela passa, vai vender limões à praça,
	E até lhe chamam, por graça, a Rosinha dos limões.
	Quando ela passa, junto da minha janela,
	Meus olhos vão atrás dela até ver, da rua, o fim.
	Com ar gaiato, ela caminha apressada,
	Rindo por tudo e por nada, e às vezes sorri p'ra mim…
	Quando ela passa, apregoando os limões,
	A sós, com os meus botões, no vão da minha janela
	Fico pensando, que qualquer dia, por graça,
	Vou comprar limões à praça e depois, caso com ela!
	When she passes by, her body petite and graceful,
	There's always a cheerful semblance in her enchanting eyes
	And there she goes, pretty and more and more beautiful each day
	And her dress in chinz grants her always an air of joy
	She passes by, her steps hurried, her look merry and coquettish
	She goes down the street, smiling at everyone, seeding her illusions along the way
	When she passes by, she's heading to the square to seal lemons there
	And people lovingly call her "Rosinha, the girl who sells lemons"
	When she passes by outside my window
	My eyes go following her all the way until the end of the street
	With her air of a naughty child, she walks hurriedly
	Smiling with ease and sometimes she smiles at me
	When she passes by, offering the lemons out loud
	Alone with my thoghts, leaned to my window,
	I think to myself that one of these days, as if it were nothing
	I'll go to the square, to buy some of her lemons
	And then to ask her hand in marriage

	Quando ela passa, franzina e cheia de gra a,
	Ha sempre um ar de chala a, no seu olhar feiticeiro.
	La vai catita, cada dia mais bonita,
	E o seu vestido, de chita, tem sempre um ar domingueiro.
	Passa ligeira, alegre e namoradeira,
	E a sorrir, p' ra rua inteira, vai semeando ilus es.
	Quando ela passa, vai vender lim es a pra a,
	E ate lhe chamam, por gra a, a Rosinha dos lim es.
	Quando ela passa, junto da minha janela,
	Meus olhos v o atra s dela ate ver, da rua, o fim.
	Com ar gaiato, ela caminha apressada,
	Rindo por tudo e por nada, e a s vezes sorri p' ra mim
	Quando ela passa, apregoando os lim es,
	A so s, com os meus bot es, no v o da minha janela
	Fico pensando, que qualquer dia, por gra a,
	Vou comprar lim es a pra a e depois, caso com ela!
	When she passes by, her body petite and graceful,
	There' s always a cheerful semblance in her enchanting eyes
	And there she goes, pretty and more and more beautiful each day
	And her dress in chinz grants her always an air of joy
	She passes by, her steps hurried, her look merry and coquettish
	She goes down the street, smiling at everyone, seeding her illusions along the way
	When she passes by, she' s heading to the square to seal lemons there
	And people lovingly call her " Rosinha, the girl who sells lemons"
	When she passes by outside my window
	My eyes go following her all the way until the end of the street
	With her air of a naughty child, she walks hurriedly
	Smiling with ease and sometimes she smiles at me
	When she passes by, offering the lemons out loud
	Alone with my thoghts, leaned to my window,
	I think to myself that one of these days, as if it were nothing
	I' ll go to the square, to buy some of her lemons
	And then to ask her hand in marriage

	Quando ela passa, franzina e cheia de gra a,
	Há sempre um ar de chala a, no seu olhar feiticeiro.
	Lá vai catita, cada dia mais bonita,
	E o seu vestido, de chita, tem sempre um ar domingueiro.
	Passa ligeira, alegre e namoradeira,
	E a sorrir, p' rá rua inteira, vai semeando ilus es.
	Quando ela passa, vai vender lim es à pra a,
	E até lhe chamam, por gra a, a Rosinha dos lim es.
	Quando ela passa, junto da minha janela,
	Meus olhos v o atrá s dela até ver, da rua, o fim.
	Com ar gaiato, ela caminha apressada,
	Rindo por tudo e por nada, e à s vezes sorri p' ra mim
	Quando ela passa, apregoando os lim es,
	A só s, com os meus bot es, no v o da minha janela
	Fico pensando, que qualquer dia, por gra a,
	Vou comprar lim es à pra a e depois, caso com ela!
	When she passes by, her body petite and graceful,
	There' s always a cheerful semblance in her enchanting eyes
	And there she goes, pretty and more and more beautiful each day
	And her dress in chinz grants her always an air of joy
	She passes by, her steps hurried, her look merry and coquettish
	She goes down the street, smiling at everyone, seeding her illusions along the way
	When she passes by, she' s heading to the square to seal lemons there
	And people lovingly call her " Rosinha, the girl who sells lemons"
	When she passes by outside my window
	My eyes go following her all the way until the end of the street
	With her air of a naughty child, she walks hurriedly
	Smiling with ease and sometimes she smiles at me
	When she passes by, offering the lemons out loud
	Alone with my thoghts, leaned to my window,
	I think to myself that one of these days, as if it were nothing
	I' ll go to the square, to buy some of her lemons
	And then to ask her hand in marriage

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