Malva-Rosa
Xaile verde, verde-malva
Sacudida e toda airosa
Ainda mal rompia a alva
Saía de casa a Rosa
O esvoaçar do seu xaile
Trazia o povo intrigado
E a pobre Rosa, afinal
Ia à missa e ao mercado
A rosa que abrisse na sua roseira
Não tinha a maneira daquela morena
Ligeira, brejeira, formosa
Parecia uma pena pequena
Essa Rosa
Dizem que desde criança
Aquele xaile a compunha
A ponto da vizinhança
À Rosa pôr essa alcunha
Essa alcunha graciosa
De que já ninguém a salva
Chamavam-lhe a Malva-Rosa
Com seu xaile verde-malva
Malva-Rosa
Green shawl, malva-green
Shaken and all graceful
As dawn barely broke
Rosa left home
The flutter of her shawl
Had the people intrigued
And poor Rosa, after all
Went to mass and to the market
The rose that bloomed in her rosebush
Didn't have the charm of that brunette
Light, mischievous, beautiful
She seemed like a small feather
That Rosa
They say that since childhood
That shawl defined her
To the point that the neighborhood
Gave Rosa that nickname
That charming nickname
That no one can escape
They called her Malva-Rosa
With her green-malva shawl