A Pilinha
Quando eu era pequenino
Minha mãe disse: Vai, vai
Vai depressa assar sardinhas
Para o jantar do teu pai
Passei-lhe a mão pelas pernas
Para as comparar com as minhas
Ela disse ao skinhead
Vai mas é assar sardinhas
Estava a assar sardinhas
Com o lume a arder
Queimei a pilinha
Sem ninguém saber
Se fosse outra coisa
Eu não me importava
Mas era a pilinha
Que eu tanto estimava
Menina da saia curta
Mande sardinhas assar
Que eu não queimo a pilinha
Para consigo casar
Estava a assar sardinhas
Com o lume a arder
Queimei a pilinha
Sem ninguém saber
Se fosse outra coisa
Eu não me importava
Mas era a pilinha
Que eu tanto estimava
Ó filha não digas isso
Trinca lá nessa sardinha
Se queres ver um skinhead
Olha para a minha pilinha
Estava a assar sardinhas
Com o lume a arder
Queimei a pilinha
Sem ninguém saber
Se fosse outra coisa
Eu não me importava
Mas era a pilinha
Que eu tanto estimava
The Little Thing
When I was just a kid
My mom said: Go, go
Hurry up and grill some sardines
For your dad's dinner
I ran my hand along her legs
To compare them to mine
She told the skinhead
Just go grill some sardines
I was grilling sardines
With the fire blazing
I burned my little thing
Without anyone knowing
If it were something else
I wouldn't care at all
But it was my little thing
That I cherished so much
Girl in the short skirt
Go grill some sardines
'Cause I won't burn my little thing
To marry you, it seems
I was grilling sardines
With the fire blazing
I burned my little thing
Without anyone knowing
If it were something else
I wouldn't care at all
But it was my little thing
That I cherished so much
Oh daughter, don't say that
Just take a bite of that sardine
If you want to see a skinhead
Look at my little thing
I was grilling sardines
With the fire blazing
I burned my little thing
Without anyone knowing
If it were something else
I wouldn't care at all
But it was my little thing
That I cherished so much