Brincadeira Na Fogueira
Trio Nordestino
Playing by the Bonfire
There are so many bonfires
There are so many balloons
There are so many games
Everyone in the yard makes guesses
My St. John, I don't.
My St. John, I don't.
I don't have joy
Just because he doesn't come
Just because he doesn't come
The one I wanted so much
I stuck the knife in the banana tree trunk
I didn't like the game, Saint Anthony fooled me.
I ran to the edge of the bonfire
Seeing my face in the basin, the water spilled
