Gemedeira
Tava eu mirando a Lua
Veio a moça me olhar
Perguntei se era nova
Não custou me apaixonar
No cavalo de São Jorge
Já mulher a galopar
Sete léguas de paixão
Sem parar de suspirar
Tava tocando viola
Num galope à beira mar
Ai, ai, ai, é bom que dói
Ui, ui, ui, chega a sangrar
Gemedeira é que nem beijo
Começou, custa a parar
Ela olhou, pediu um xote
Pra gemer bastou te amar
Tava sentado na pedra
Veio o dono reclamar
Perguntou pra ver quem era
Não custou me apresentar
Com cem tiros de pistola
Sete furos de punhal
Sou violeiro, patrão
Ele não pôde escutar
Tava eu mirando a Lua
Veio a moça me olhar
Perguntei se era nova
Não custou me apaixonar
No cavalo de São Jorge
Já mulher a galopar
Sete léguas de paixão
Sem parar de suspirar
Tava tocando viola
Num galope à beira mar
Ai, ai, ai, é bom que dói
Ui, ui, ui, chega a sangrar
Gemedeira é que nem beijo
Começou, custa a parar
Ela olhou, pediu um xote
Pra gemer bastou te amar
Tava sentado na pedra
Veio o dono reclamar
Perguntou pra ver quem era
Não custou me apresentar
Com cem tiros de pistola
Sete furos de punhal
Sou violeiro, patrão
Ele não pôde escutar
Moaning
I was aiming at the moon
The girl came to look at me
I asked if it was new
It didn't cost me anything to fall in love
On Saint George's horse
Already a woman galloping
Seven leagues of passion
Without stopping to sigh
I was playing the guitar
At a gallop by the sea
Oh, oh, oh, it's good that it hurts
Ouch, ouch, ouch, it starts to bleed
Moaning is like kissing
It started, it's hard to stop
She looked, asked for a xote
To moan, it was enough to love you
I was sitting on the rock
The owner came to complain
You asked to see who it was
It didn't cost me to introduce myself
With a hundred pistol shots
Seven dagger holes
I'm a guitarist, boss
He couldn't listen
I was aiming at the moon
The girl came to look at me
I asked if it was new
It didn't cost me to fall in love
On Saint George's horse
Already a woman galloping
Seven leagues of passion
Without stopping to sigh
I was playing the guitar
At a gallop by the sea
Oh, oh, oh, it's good that it hurts
Ouch, ouch, ouch, it starts to bleed
Moaning is like kissing
It started, it's hard to stop
She looked, asked for a xote
To moan, it was enough to love you
I was sitting on the rock
The owner came to complain
You asked to see who it was
It didn't cost me to introduce myself
With a hundred pistol shots
Seven dagger holes
I'm a guitarist, boss
He couldn't listen