[Verse 1: Agnes Nunes]
I've been keeping to myself
A few words to her
That might make her remember
How much she means to me
And, perhaps, she won't even listen to this song
That I made just for her
Maybe, it's even out of tune

[Chorus: Agnes Nunes]
Flowers, flowers on Dolores' hair
Every foolish heart has its own pains
I'm still learning how to love you
Flowers, flowers on Dolores' hair
Every foolish heart has its own pains
I'm still learning how to love you

[Verse 2: Xamã]
I've been keeping to myself
A few poems to her
That are worth nothing
What about us together under the sheets?
And, perhaps, she won't even listen to this song
My Cinderella, our story would have been revolutionary

[Chorus: Agnes Nunes]
Flowers, flowers on Dolores' hair
Every foolish heart has its own pains
I'm still learning how to love you
Flowers, flowers on Dolores' hair
Every foolish heart has its own pains
I'm still learning how to love you