Maravilhas do Mundo
Deus fez o céu, fez o mar
E deu pra noite a Lua
Em sete dias criou
As maravilhas do mundo
Mandou o homem pra Terra
Mas tão só ele ficou
Viu que faltava uma coisa
Fez a mulher, essa flor
Ela nasceu com a magia do encanto
E de um arco-íris, linda, despertou
E no paraíso fez sua morada
E a primavera toda perfumou
E o homem que estava ali sozinho
Numa tarde, aquela deusa encontrou
Ela correu, abriu os seus braços pra ele
E sem ela nunca mais ele ficou
O que seria do homem
Se lhe faltasse esta flor mulher?
Não existiria poesia
Pois ela é a musa que o poeta quer
Ela é uma coisa divina
A obra mais prima que Deus inventou
A mais bonita escultura
Doce criatura, mulher é amor
Ela nasceu com a magia do encanto
E de um arco-íris, linda, despertou
E no paraíso fez sua morada
E a primavera toda perfumou
E o homem que estava ali sozinho
Numa tarde, aquela deusa encontrou
Ela correu, abriu os seus braços pra ele
E sem ela nunca mais ele ficou
O que seria do homem
Se lhe faltasse esta flor mulher?
Não existiria poesia
Pois ela é a musa que o poeta quer
Ela é uma coisa divina
A obra mais prima que Deus inventou
A mais bonita escultura
Doce criatura, mulher é amor
Wonders of the World
God made the sky, made the sea
And gave the Moon to the night
In seven days, He created
The wonders of the world
He sent man to Earth
But he was so lonely
He saw something was missing
Made the woman, that flower
She was born with the magic of charm
And from a rainbow, beautiful, she awoke
And in paradise, she made her home
And perfumed the whole spring
And the man who was there alone
One afternoon, that goddess he found
She ran, opened her arms to him
And without her, he was never the same
What would become of man
If he lacked this woman flower?
There would be no poetry
For she is the muse that the poet desires
She is a divine thing
The finest work that God created
The most beautiful sculpture
Sweet creature, woman is love
She was born with the magic of charm
And from a rainbow, beautiful, she awoke
And in paradise, she made her home
And perfumed the whole spring
And the man who was there alone
One afternoon, that goddess he found
She ran, opened her arms to him
And without her, he was never the same
What would become of man
If he lacked this woman flower?
There would be no poetry
For she is the muse that the poet desires
She is a divine thing
The finest work that God created
The most beautiful sculpture
Sweet creature, woman is love