That dark-haired girl wants to change me
I come home, she condemns me
She makes me a fillet, she makes me dinner
Until exhaustion
Soon I, a good individual
Fulfilling, loyal, and hard-working
Of the duties of my home
That gentle girl conquers me
She goes stealing drop by drop
My blood of Samba player
That girl wants to change me
I come home, eye of cinchona1
She says that she just saw me at the corner
Looking for a date
Soon I, a good employee
Fulfilling of my schedules
A love almost exemplary
To my beloved
She says that I left the festivities
To drop the batucada2
And to think about serious things
And whatever day
She still comes to ask, I bet
To get me to leave the company of the friends that I like better
And there's more:
I am tired when I arrive
I get extra work
I only want to relax a little
But unhappy
She reminds me complaining
She sends me for errands
And stays at home relaxing
1. South American tree2. type of traditional Afro-Brazilian dance music