Paroles et traduction A Turma do Balão Mágico - Bruxinha

Bruxinha

Ô bruxinha bonitinha
Da vassoura de capim
Me carrega pros espaços
Abre os braços só pra mim.
Ô bruxinha bonitinha
Da vassoura de capim
Me carrega pros espaços
Abre os braços só pra mim.
Quem disse que as bruxas são feias
Alcéias, maméias e tal
Não sabe que nas luas cheias
elas mudam o seu visual.
E vestem camisas e meias
Que acham lá no meu varal
Depois cantam como as sereias
Fazem festa, alegria geral.
Ô bruxinha bonitinha
Da vassoura de capim
Me carrega pros espaços
Abre os braços só pra mim.
Ô bruxinha bonitinha
Da vassoura de capim
Me carrega pros espaços
Abre os braços só pra mim.
Nós dois lá em cima sozinhos
Varrendo as estrelas do céu
Cá embaixo nossos amiguinhos
Fazendo o maior escarcéu.
Os pássaros deixam seus ninhos
Abelhas dão um tempo no mel
E assim cantam todos bichinhos
Viva a bruxa de capa e chapéu.
Ô bruxinha bonitinha
Da vassoura de capim
Me carrega pros espaços
Abre os braços só pra mim.
Ô bruxinha bonitinha
Da vassoura de capim
Me carrega pros espaços
Abre os braços só pra mim.
Ô bruxinha bonitinha
Da vassoura de capim
Me carrega pros espaços
Abre os braços só pra mim.
Ô bruxinha bonitinha
Da vassoura de capim
Me carrega pros espaços
Abre os braços só pra mim.
Ô bruxinha bonitinha
Da vassoura de capim
Me carrega pros espaços
Abre os braços só pra mim.
Ô bruxinha bonitinha
Da vassoura de capim
Me carrega pros espaços
Abre os braços só pra mim.

Little Witch

Oh, pretty little witch,
With your broom of grass so thin,
Carry me to the open skies,
Open your arms just for me.
Oh, pretty little witch,
With your broom of grass so thin,
Carry me to the open skies,
Open your arms just for me.
Who says that witches are ugly,
Hags and crones and all that jazz?
They don't know that on full moon nights,
They change their entire look.
And wear shirts and socks,
Found on my clothesline there,
Then they sing like mermaids fair,
Partying with joy everywhere.
Oh, pretty little witch,
With your broom of grass so thin,
Carry me to the open skies,
Open your arms just for me.
Oh, pretty little witch,
With your broom of grass so thin,
Carry me to the open skies,
Open your arms just for me.
Just us two up there alone,
Sweeping the stars from the sky,
Down below our little friends,
Making the biggest hue and cry.
The birds leave their nests behind,
Bees take a break from their honey,
And so sing all the little creatures,
Long live the witch with cloak and funny hat.
Oh, pretty little witch,
With your broom of grass so thin,
Carry me to the open skies,
Open your arms just for me.
Oh, pretty little witch,
With your broom of grass so thin,
Carry me to the open skies,
Open your arms just for me.
Oh, pretty little witch,
With your broom of grass so thin,
Carry me to the open skies,
Open your arms just for me.
Oh, pretty little witch,
With your broom of grass so thin,
Carry me to the open skies,
Open your arms just for me.
Oh, pretty little witch,
With your broom of grass so thin,
Carry me to the open skies,
Open your arms just for me.
Oh, pretty little witch,
With your broom of grass so thin,
Carry me to the open skies,
Open your arms just for me.