It is, you an I deny of removing the hat
I cannot give easily except you... créu
It wins me in the guile and babau,
He/she/you takes my heart
It is, you are an ebony, honey lips
A black prince, done to brush
It is alone melania smelling the passion
It is, it will be that I fall in your net and I don't still know
I do not know, but tô thinking already danced
In the temptation of your color
Because it is, I stick to every hour wanting you to see
Looking at pras stars thinking about you
Negão, me tô with fear that that is love
Mischievous youngster, sin flavor, harmed boy
I was balanced, I admit, quse lose the speech
With your way of courting me,
That nor master of ceremonies
My black restinto, different scoundrel,
It will be that is instinct
But when I see I decorate you my kiss, I retouch the lipstick
The sensuality of the race is a talent
And you, my ebony, is everything of good!!!
