Sertão Alegre
Carlos Posada
Happy Backlands
Hey day, a rooster crows
On the crest of the rising sun
For everyone to wake up
It's morning, it's morning
Early in the morning
I'll plant a seed
See the corn swaying
Count the days
For Saint John to arrive quickly
Light my bonfire
Dance to the accordion
Moonlit night
Conversations on the sidewalk
With fire lit and embers
Of love always burning
