Rosa Morena Where are you going, Morena Rosa With that rose in your hair and that gait of a carefree girl Morena, Morena Rosa Rosa Morena, the samba is waiting Waiting to see you Leave aside this act of coyness Come on, Rosa, come see me Leave aside this pose, come to the samba, come dance samba Because the people are tired of waiting, oh Rosa The people are tired of waiting, Morena Rosa The people are tired of waiting, you hear, Rosa?