Flor da Idade [English translation]

We wait a little, we stand in line at the village at noon

So we can see Mary

We have lunch and we only move, scratch and get addicted

Her door doesn't have any wooden latches1

Her windows don't have any louvers2

She isn't suspicious about it

Oh, the first party, the first breach, the first lover

At the right time, the open house, the unbuttoned pajamas, the family

The mousetrap

Fish being served, leave your daughter's scent behind

She stands still while listening to the songs played on the radio

That's so beautiful

Oh, the first cup, the first body, the first lover

You see her pass by, how she dances, shakes, goes and comes back

We sweat

Her dirty clothes are cleaned in the middle of the street

Shamelessly, given, the girl likes to walk semi-naked

And she goes on

Oh, the first lady, the first drama, the first lover...

Carlos loved Dora

That loved Lia

That loved Léa

That loved Paulo

That loved Juca

That loved Dora

That loved

Carlos loved Dora

That loved Rita

That loved Dito

That loved Rita

That loved Dito

That loved Rita

That loved

Carlos loved Dora

That loved Pedro

That loved so much

That loved his daughter

That loved Carlos

That loved Dora

That loved all the quadrille

1. A fastening, as for a door or gate, typically consisting of a bar that fits into a notch or slot and is lifted from either side by a lever or string2. A framed opening, as in a wall, door, or window

• Artist:Chico Buarque