SAINT JOHN OF BITA

At Saint John your smile lights me up, it's the moon of my June festival
From afar I see little paper flags and the flame of the bonfire plays with the wind in the sky

Little Maria is going to marry Zé Firmino and everyone will dance to a very northeastern forró

All the guests all dolled up, ruffled dress and straw hat

Cornmeal cake, corn, popcorn stand, the accordion player is ready for the square dance to start

Starry sky lights up the wedding coloring this moment like a lantern

At Saint John your smile lights me up, it's the moon of my June festival
From afar I see little paper flags and the flame of the bonfire plays with the wind in the sky

Look at the snake, it's a lie and the rain has already passed
Alavantú, Anarriê, I want to dance with you

At Saint John your smile lights me up, it's the moon of my June festival
From afar I see little paper flags and the flame of the bonfire plays with the wind in the sky

Grandpa lights a luminous wheel carefully and all prose spins without stopping
Grandma arrives all in a hurry to dance hugging close to her pair
But suddenly someone shouted worried, no one knows where the guest's hat is

Look how beautiful, come close quietly, Asa Branca made a nest in Bita's hat

At Saint John your smile lights me up, it's the moon of my June festival
From afar I see little paper flags and the flame of the bonfire plays with the wind in the sky

From afar I see little paper flags and the flame of the bonfire plays with the wind in the sky

And the flame of the bonfire plays with the wind in the sky
And the flame of the bonfire plays with the wind in the sky
Plays with the wind in the sky, plays with the wind in the sky

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