Walking down the street on the hill
Only those who saw can tell you about it
Smelling like the flowers of an orange tree
Sá Marina came to dance
Walking down the street on the hill
Only those who saw can tell you about it
Smelling like the flowers of an orange tree
Sá Marina came to dance...
Wearing her usual white skirt
She turns to the sun, that stopped to look
With her way that is so coy
She made everyone sing...
She turns to life outside
And lets this happiness out
Dances until the sun rises
So that we can sing
Twists so these upset people
Will move and follow her steps
She shows this poetry in her look
Huuuuuuummmm!...
Leaving verses at the start
It's only songs so we can sing
On that Sunday afternoon
She made everyone cry
And she made everyone cry
And she made everyone cry...
La la la la la la la la la!
La la la la la la la la la!
La la la la la la la la la!
La la la la la la la la la!
Oh!
Leaving verses at the start
It's only songs so we can sing
On that Sunday afternoon
She made everyone cry
And she made everyone cry
And she made everyone cry
And she made everyone cry...
La la la la la la la la la!
La la la la la la la la la!
And she made everyone cry
And she made everyone cry
And she made everyone cry
And she made everyone cry...