Linda Barbalha

Your green eyes are beautiful sugar cane fields.
Your hair is like coconut palm fronds.
The chimneys of your mills are real.
Your perfume is too delicious.
The scent of honey that the wind brings.
The scent of honey that the wind brings.

Kaiana cane from the valley of the hill,
Is crushed in the mill of the factory.
Like the beating of your heart, girl,
Naked body, always more beautiful.
I want to drink from this stream!
I will lose myself in your curves!
I will lose myself in your curves!

Hey hey hey...

Beautiful young girl from Barbalha!
Sugar lips, honey kisses!
Flowing water, crystal veil!
Caldas do Tempo, a piece of heaven!
Caldas do Tempo, a piece of heaven!

Moonlight, dew, and mist!
Fruit of the earth, divine flower.
In lace or chintz, you fascinate me!
Source of life, mother of my fate.
Source of life, mother of my fate.