Sabiá Lá Na Gaiola

Thrush in the cage
Made a little hole
Flew, flew, flew, flew
And the girl who liked
So much of the little animal
Cried, cried, cried, cried

Thrush ran away to the yard
He went to sing in the avocado tree
And the girl keeps calling
Come here, thrush, come here

Thrush in the cage

The girl says sobbing
Sabiá, I'm waiting for you
Sabiá answers from there
Don't cry, I'll come back