Galician heal

Since birth
When she opened Oio
His mother saw
Put him in the chest
Zoinho of blue
Curly hair.

Since pequeninha
Very coquettish
Not for her oiásse
What did trouble
Just ask
If you want to address and photo.

It was well lorinha
Hair loulou
Aware of all good
But bad
I did not care
Who ever thought nail.

Eta warm-blooded
Always the answer here
In the bush, and at the time
Like she liked
Gave the same
Already born that way.

He followed this knack
Practical life, not created court
Who does not like
What chipping
Even the poor Pope
What do you swallow.

Gone, gone, gone ...
Taking life
And she also taking
He married a young dilapidated
The conversation did not tell caba
She took out the leather.

It was then that soured porridge
She pulled the knife knife
He tore an ear steak
The bloodshed spilled on the fan
And it got ugly
The PM was called.

And heal the Galician
She did not call for anything
He was dancing all night at the ball
Whirled around the room
Gave so much hustle
In the black of Mozambique.

The screaming detonated moçada
_ Heal Galician, Galician heal ...
At this point
Is that there was no conversation
Then the buzzing starts
And do not pay the ante.

It was black everywhere practical
It was more like a cattle
Some fall awkwardly
Others were trampled
And the Galician not care
The party was finally enacted.

The estrupício heal
It was the same damn
Hard in the fall, the naughty

No one at all it
Only the shroud
Dare to change it.