ELA NÅO GOSTA DE MIM
SHE DOESN’T LIKE ME
(Toninho-Romildo)

She doesn’t like me
She doesn’t like me
She doesn’t like me
Because
She doesn’t like me

My samba of terreiro*
Doesn’t touch her ears
Its samba heart
Was always misunderstood
Because its embroidery
Doesn’t combine with satin
She goes to the banquet
I stand at the corner bar

She doesn’t like me...

Her love was conjugated
By the voice of hypocrisy
It’s a fancy poem
With no poetry
It’s a hummingbird which lands
Kisses the flower, then
Takes the sugar from the rose
And goes to dance in another garden

She doesn’t like me