Já Fui Uma Brasa

I too was once an ember
And lit a lot of firewood in the stove
And today what am I?
My guitar knows me
But I remember that the radio playing yé-yé-yé all day long today,
Played the nostalgic shantytown

I like these yé-yé-yé boys, because with them,
The voice of the people sings
And I who used to be an ember,
If they blow, I can light up again

(spoken):
It's big guy... I was passing by, the chick looked at me and said: it's an ash, right?
Yes, but if they blow under this ash there's a lot of firewood to burn...