Chegou a Hora da Fogueira

The bonfire time has come!
It's Saint John's night...
The sky becomes all lit up
The sky becomes all starry
Painted with balloons...
Thinking about the country girl all night long
There's also a bonfire
Inside my heart...

When I was little
Standing on the ground
I cut thin paper
To make a balloon...
And the balloon kept rising
Towards the blue vastness...

Nowadays my destiny
Doesn't live in peace
The thin paper balloon
No longer rises...
The balloon of illusion...
It took a hit and fell to the ground...