No cume da serra
A Fúria do Açúcar
On the top of the mountain
On the top of that mountain
I planted a rosebush
The grass on the top grows
The rosebush on the top smells
When the cold rain falls
Drops from the top fall
Drops enter the top
Bees from the top come out
When the heavy rain falls
The water from the top descends
The dew from the top shines
The forest on the top grows
And after the rain stops
Joy returns to the top
For the sun that burned on the top
Quickly shines again
And at twilight
Everything on the top darkens
Fireflies from the top come out
Everything on the top cools
