Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jeitinho Brasileiro, artist - João Bosco. Album song 20 Grandes Successos De Joao Bosco, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: Portuguese
Jeitinho Brasileiro(original) |
Pra gostar, bom é o jeitinho brasileiro |
Assim entre o sofrido e o catimbeiro |
Feito Ary numa aquarela |
Mentira há de ser sinceramente |
Topada também toca pra frente |
Gostar, mas de qual delas? |
Viver, viver com a pulga atrás da orelha quanto mais coçar |
Sorrir, sambar, sambar com prego no sapato pra peteca não cair |
Viver, reviver, ver na saudade uma vizinha Ioiô no quintal |
Folga pro meu lado, mas canto a marchinha de um antigo carnaval |
Vizinha, Ioiô morena, irmã da loura Iaiá |
O meu irmão noivou de Iaiá feliz |
Mas viu na morena calor de pão |
Sumo de limão, frescor de buritis |
E água de riacho rente aos pés |
Um zonzo de zumbido das abelhas, mel dos méis |
Se Iaiá saía, Ioiô vizinha se despia, a flor do quintal |
Meu irmão penava, mas cantarolava pra manter sua moral |
Lourinha, lourinha, dos olhos claros de cristal |
Quanto tempo ao invés da moreninha |
Serás a rainha do meu carnaval |
Lourinha, morena, rainhas do meu carnaval |
Qualquer dia, Iaiá e Ioiô vizinhas |
Vão reinar juntinhas lá no meu quintal |
Viver, viver com a pulga atrás da orelha quanto mais coçar |
Sorrir, sambar, sambar com prego no sapato pra peteca não cair |
Viver, reviver, ver na saudade uma vizinha Ioiô no quintal |
Folga pro meu lado, mas canto a marchinha de um antigo carnaval |
Lourinha, lourinha, dos olhos claros de cristal |
Quanto tempo ao invés da moreninha |
Serás a rainha do meu carnaval |
Lourinha, morena, rainhas do meu carnaval |
Qualquer dia, Iaiá e Ioiô vizinhas |
Vão reinar juntinhas lá no meu quintal |
Braguinha, Braguinha, Braguinha, não me leve a mal |
Eu não esqueço a loura e a moreninha |
Pago a tua parte em Direito Autoral |
(translation) |
To like it, good is the Brazilian way |
So between the suffered and the catimbeiro |
Made Ary in a watercolor |
A lie must be sincerely |
Topada also touches forward |
Like, but which one? |
Living, living with the flea behind your ear the more you scratch |
Smile, samba, samba with nails in the shoe so the shuttlecock doesn't fall |
Living, reliving, missing a neighbor Ioiô in the yard |
Off to my side, but I sing the marchinha of an old carnival |
Neighbor, Ioiô brunette, sister of the loura Iaiá |
My brother got engaged to Iaiá happy |
But saw the brunette heat of bread |
Lemon juice, freshness of buritis |
And stream water close to the feet |
A bee buzzing dizzy, honey from honeys |
If Iaiá would leave, the neighbor yoiô was undressed, the flower of the yard |
My brother was sorry, but he hummed to keep his morals |
Blonde, blonde, with the clear eyes of crystal |
How much time instead of the little brunette |
You will be the queen of my carnival |
Blonde, brunette, queens of my carnival |
Any day, Iaiá and Ioiô neighbors |
They will reign together in my backyard |
Living, living with the flea behind your ear the more you scratch |
Smile, samba, samba with nails in the shoe so the shuttlecock doesn't fall |
Living, reliving, missing a neighbor Ioiô in the yard |
Off to my side, but I sing the marchinha of an old carnival |
Blonde, blonde, with the clear eyes of crystal |
How much time instead of the little brunette |
You will be the queen of my carnival |
Blonde, brunette, queens of my carnival |
Any day, Iaiá and Ioiô neighbors |
They will reign together in my backyard |
Braguinha, Braguinha, Braguinha, don't get me wrong |
I don't forget the blonde and the brunette |
I pay your share in Copyright |