Festa

Red sun is beautiful to see
New moon above, how beautiful
Clear blue sky, it's nature
In a vision that has much pleasure

But the beautiful thing for me is the gray sky
With a big face singing your chorus
A harbinger that brings relief
The arrival of rains in the backlands

See the cracked earth softening
The land, once poor, is becoming rich
The corn pointing to the sky
The beans on the ground sprouting

And then, for the harvest, what joy
See all the people on the volcano
The black people falling into the festivities
Forgetting sorrows without lundu

Beautiful is Recife on fire
In the footsteps of maracatu
Beautiful is Recife on fire
In the footsteps of maracatu

Red sun is beautiful to see
New moon above, how beautiful
Clear blue sky, it's nature
In a vision that has much pleasure

But the beautiful thing for me is the gray sky
With a big face singing your chorus
A harbinger that brings relief
The arrival of rains in the backlands

See the cracked earth softening
The land, once poor, is becoming rich
The corn pointing to the sky
The beans on the ground sprouting

And then, for the harvest, what joy
See all the people on the volcano
The black people falling into the festivities
Forgetting sorrows without lundu

Beautiful is Recife on fire
In the footsteps of maracatu
Beautiful is Recife on fire
In the footsteps of maracatu