A Fogueira da Saudade

Oh, how I miss inside my heart
The time when I was a child, today is just a memory
Of the fields full of flowers by the stream
Of my beautiful little village, of the priest, of the little chapel
Of the Saint John's night
Saint John, my Saint John, the balloons are rising
The bonfire is burning, the fireworks are exploding
Saint John, I'm dreaming, I'm listening
It's just imagination of the Saint John's party
What a longing I'm feeling

//: Long live Saint Peter, Saint Anthony, and Saint John.
The bonfire of longing is burning in my heart://

Ah! If I could go back to the good times of childhood
I would return to the little village that I can't forget
I would jump over the bonfires in the neighborhood
With Chiquinha from the rich lady, I would pop corn and pull her braid
I can't be a child anymore, good times have ended
All that's left is to go back there, look closely
To remember my past, I'll do like this
Light a bonfire and spend the whole night
Remembering myself

//: Long live Saint Peter, Saint Anthony, and Saint John.
The bonfire of longing is burning in my heart://