Flôr de Croata
Vou bater porta
Pra quem abusou de mim
Esse meu rosto triste
Não nasceu assim
Era bonito que nem flor
De croata
E então zangado
Era danado pra cheirar
Tinha alegria
Que jorrava noite e dia
Mas se excedeu
Pra um tal malvado
De um amor
Que não deu gosto
Só deu desgosto
E tudo em fim
Foi até bom
Que me ensinou a ser ruim (Bis)
Croatian Flower
I will knock on the door
For those who abused me
This sad face of mine
Was not born like this
It was as beautiful as a Croatian flower
And then angry
Was damn good at sniffing
Had a joy
That flowed night and day
But it exceeded
For a certain villain
Of a love
That was not enjoyable
Only brought sorrow
And everything in the end
It was even good
That taught me to be bad (Repeat)