Doralice

Doralice I well that I said to it Doralice, I told you well

To love is nonsense You love is foolishness

It is bobagem, illusion Nonsense Its, illusion

I prefer to live so alone I to prefer you live so alone

To the sound of the moan of my violão you the sound

of the lament of my to guitar



Doralice I well that I said to it Doralice, I told you well

It looks at this wrapped up one Look this confusion

Where I go to put itself in which you put me

Now love, Doralice my good Now love, Doralice my sweet

How it is that we go to make? What ploughs we going you of?



A beautiful day you appeared me Pretty day you appeared you me

I wanted to run away but you he insitiu I wanted you

run away but you insisted

Some thing well that it walked informing me Something

good that will to wander advising me

Until it seems that I was advinhando Until it appears that I am advising



I well that I did not want to be married you I very

much don't want you get married

Well that it did not want to face Very much don't want you confront

this Doralice danger this to danger Doralice

Now you have that to say me Now you have you tell me

How it is that we go to make?