La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Tereza went to the samba there on the hill
And she didn't tell me
Did she find another Creole
Well, you're not back yet
Where's Tereza
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Tereza, my nigger, my muse
I really like you
I'm a jealous, hurt scoundrel
Waiting for you
I swear to God if you come back
I'll regenerate myself
I'll throw away my slipper,
My deck
And my razor
And I'm going to work.

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS