Sorte [English translation]

All the good that you'll do to me

Makes my rhyme get rarer

What you do helps me sing

And puts a smile on my face

Dear, you give me luck

Dear, you give me luck

Dear, you give me luck in life

When I see you I don't get out of tune

But my desire notices

Kiss me with all the good you have

And light up the night in Guanabara

Dear, you give me luck

Dear, you give me luck

Dear, you instantly give me luck

Dear, you give me luck

You give me luck, dear

You give me luck in life

What you do helps me sing

When I see you...

It makes my rhyme get rarer