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Gypsy of Faith / Pain Pain Pain Poison / Mistress Maria Luziara (medley)

Rodrigo Ciampi

Cigana de Fé/ Dói Dói Dói Veneno/ Mestra Maria Luziara (pout-pourri)

Vinha caminhando a pé
Para ver se encontrava, Pomba Gira, Cigana de fé

Ela parou e leu minha mão
E disse a pura verdade
Eu só queria saber onde andava
Pomba Gira, Cigana de fé

Pomba Gira, Cigana de fé
Pomba Gira, Cigana de fé

Dói, dói, dói, dói, dói
Um amor faz sofrer, dois amor faz chorar
(Dói, dói, dói, dói, dói, dói)
Dói, dói, dói, dói, dói
Um amor faz sofrer, dois amor faz chorar

Te dei amor
Te dei carinho
Te dei uma rosa, tu me deu espinho
Amar a um seria bem melhor do que amar a dois, na força do catimbó

Dói, dói, dói, dói, dói
Um amor faz sofrer, dois amor faz chorar
(Dói, dói, dói, dói, dói, dói)
Dói, dói, dói, dói, dói
Um amor faz sofrer, dois amor faz chorar

Onde tu vai, Luziara?
Tô indo para o meu sobrado
Eu vou levar taça de vinho
Para o meu homem casado
Ê, bebe, bebe Luziara
Ê, bebê, bebe desse vinho

Mas o vinho que tu me desse
Tava envenenado
Ele morreu, Luziara
Ele morreu e lhe deixou
Mas ele não ficou contigo
Também com a outra não ficou

Gypsy of Faith / Pain Pain Pain Poison / Mistress Maria Luziara (medley)

I was walking on foot
To see if I could find, Pomba Gira, Gypsy of faith

She stopped and read my hand
And told the pure truth
I just wanted to know where was
Pomba Gira, Gypsy of faith

Pomba Gira, Gypsy of faith
Pomba Gira, Gypsy of faith

It hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts
One love makes you suffer, two loves make you cry
(It hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts)
It hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts
One love makes you suffer, two loves make you cry

I gave you love
I gave you affection
I gave you a rose, you gave me a thorn
Loving one would be much better than loving two, in the strength of the catimbó

It hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts
One love makes you suffer, two loves make you cry
(It hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts)
It hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts
One love makes you suffer, two loves make you cry

Where are you going, Luziara?
I'm going to my townhouse
I'm going to take a glass of wine
To my married man
Hey, drink, drink Luziara
Hey, drink, drink this wine

But the wine you gave me
Was poisoned
He died, Luziara
He died and left you
But he didn't stay with you
He didn't stay with the other either

Composição: Rodrigo Ciampi