Yellow Ribbon

When I die I don't want crying or candle I want a yellow ribbon With her name on it

If there exists a soul If there is another incarnation I'd like it if the mulatto woman Tap-danced on my coffin

I don't want flowers Nor crown of thorns I just want choro with flute Guitar and cavaquinho

I'm content Consoled to know That the earth will one day eat The dark women so beautiful

I don't have heirs I don't own a penny I always owed everybody But I never paid anybody

My enemies Who today speak badly of me Will say that they never saw A guy as good as me

I want the sun Not to visit my coffin So that my poor soul Doesn't die of sunstroke

Fita Amarela