Já Fui Uma Brasa

I too was once an ember
And lit a lot of firewood in the stove
And today what am I?
Only my guitar knows about me
But I remember that the radio playing now
Plays iê-iê-iê all day long
It used to play the nostalgic shantytown

I like the boys
Who sing iê-iê-iê
Because with them, the voice of the people sings
And I, who used to be an ember
If they blow, I can light up again

I too was once an ember
And lit a lot of firewood in the stove
And today what am I?
Only my guitar knows about me
But I remember that the radio playing now
Plays iê-iê-iê all day long
It used to play the nostalgic shantytown

I like the boys
Who sing iê-iê-iê
Because with them, the voice of the people sings
And I, who used to be an ember
If they blow, I can light up again

I too was once an ember
And lit a lot of firewood in the stove
And today what am I?
Only my guitar knows about me
But I remember that the radio playing now
Plays iê-iê-iê all day long
It used to play the nostalgic shantytown

I like the boys
Who sing iê-iê-iê
Because with them, the voice of the people sings
And I, who used to be an ember
If they blow, I can light up again

And I, who used to be an ember
If they blow, I can light up again

(I was passing by, the girl looked at me and said: It's an ash, lives here!)
(I fooled the girl, because under the ash, if you blow, there's a lot of firewood to burn, my Heavens!)