Paroles et traduction Gabriel Moura - Garota do Méier

Garota do Méier

Ela pega no Méier o 456
No fim de semana
Vai à praia em Ipanema
Desce na areia o dia é dela
É coisa mais linda da face da terra
Ela pega no Méier a linha amarela
No fim de semana
Vai à praia na Barra
Desce na areia o dia é dela
É coisa mais linda da face da terra
O Top, o shortinho, a sandália ela vai tirando assim
Ajeita o biquíni enquanto caminha e passa por mim
Que pena que ela só tenha olhos para aquele Play
Ela não sabe o quanto que eu me apaixonei
Ela volta pro Méier pela linha amarela
Com a pele quase preta
Usa a canga de saia
No 456, ela pula a roleta
Quem mora no Méier não bobéia
No ônibus cheio, trocamos uma idéia
Quem mora no Méier não bobéia
Ela pega no Méier o 456
No fim de semana
Vai à praia em Ipanema
Desce na areia o dia é dela
É coisa mais linda da face da terra
O Top, o shortinho, a sandália ela vai tirando assim
Ajeita o biquíni enquanto caminha e passa por mim
Que pena que ela só tenha olhos para aquele Play
Ela não sabe o quanto que eu me apaixonei
Ela volta pro Méier pela linha amarela
Com a pele quase preta
Usa a canga de saia
No 456, ela pula a roleta
Quem mora no Méier não bobéia
No ônibus cheio, trocamos uma idéia
Quem mora no Méier não bobéia
No Méier, no Méier, no Méier
No Méier, no Méier, no Méier
Ela mora no Méier
No Méier, no Méier, no Méier
No Méier, no Méier, no Méier
Ela mora no Méier
No Méier, no Méier, no Méier
No Méier, no Méier, no Méier
Ela mora no Méier
No Méier, no Méier, no Méier
No Méier, no Méier, no Méier
Ela mora no Méier

Girl from Méier

She takes the 456 in Méier
On the weekend
She goes to the beach in Ipanema
She goes down to the sand, the day is hers
She is the most beautiful thing on earth
She takes the yellow line in Méier
On the weekend
She goes to the beach in Barra
She goes down to the sand, the day is hers
She is the most beautiful thing on earth
The top, the shorts, the sandals, she takes them off like this
She adjusts her bikini as she walks and passes me
What a pity she only has eyes for that Play
She doesn't know how much I've fallen in love
She returns to Méier on the yellow line
With her skin almost black
She uses the sarong as a skirt
On the 456, she jumps the turnstile
Those who live in Méier don't fool around
In the crowded bus, we exchange an idea
Those who live in Méier don't fool around
She takes the 456 in Méier
On the weekend
She goes to the beach in Ipanema
She goes down to the sand, the day is hers
She is the most beautiful thing on earth
The top, the shorts, the sandals, she takes them off like this
She adjusts her bikini as she walks and passes me
What a pity she only has eyes for that Play
She doesn't know how much I've fallen in love
She returns to Méier on the yellow line
With her skin almost black
She uses the sarong as a skirt
On the 456, she jumps the turnstile
Those who live in Méier don't fool around
In the crowded bus, we exchange an idea
Those who live in Méier don't fool around
In Méier, in Méier, in Méier
In Méier, in Méier, in Méier
She lives in Méier
In Méier, in Méier, in Méier
In Méier, in Méier, in Méier
She lives in Méier
In Méier, in Méier, in Méier
In Méier, in Méier, in Méier
She lives in Méier
In Méier, in Méier, in Méier
In Méier, in Méier, in Méier
She lives in Méier