Voa Voa Passarinho

Fly, fly, bird fly, cut through the airs of this indigo blue sky
The sun warms your back, while gliding in the full north wind
Rest on a wire whistling

In the evening there are still those who fly piercing the clouds made of cotton
Fly over the houses, go up, go down, spin, do pirouettes
Return to the nest and rest

Fly, fly, go up in the sky, like a paper airplane
Rise, rise like a balloon, life is pure fun