My beauty, my little girl
My coffee shop was so alone
The boys passing by
And eyes with no one to show it to
My beauty, my little girl
Stories that I tell in the wind
I sit here for the ladainha
I sit here avoadinha
I keep it in my pocket
I keep it in my pocket Dona Sinhá's stories
But I'm missing you
And your way of telling me
And I keep it in my pocket
I keep it in Dona SinhÃÂ's pocket ¡
Stories that you bring me
And the flowers begin to spin
The sun sets in the little square
And I sat singing alone
The sun sets there in the little square
And I sat dreaming in this sea
The sun sets there in the little square
And I sat singing alone
I keep it in my pocket
I keep Dona Sinhá's stories in my pocket
But I'm missing you
And your way of telling me
I keep it in my pocket
I keep it in Dona Sinhá's pocket
Stories that you bring me
And the flowers start to spin