Rosinha dos Limões [English translation]

When she walks by,

All slender and full of gracefulness,

There's always a mischievous air

In her bewitching eyes.

There she goes, so lovely,

Looking prettier every day

And her chita dress

Always looks like her Sunday best.

She walks by so lightly,

Cheerful and seductive

And, smiling at everyone in the street,

She keeps sowing hopes and dreams.

When she walks by,

She goes to the market square to sell lemons

And people even call her, in jest,

Rosie of the Lemons!

When she walks by

Close to my window,

My eyes follow her

'Till they see the end of the street.

With a cheerful air,

She walks in a rush

While laughing at everything and nothing

And, sometimes, she smiles at me.

When she walks by

Peddling her lemons,

All alone with my buttons

I wait by my window pane,

While thinking

That, one of these days, by grace

I'll go to the market square to buy lemons

And then, I will marry her!