Bem-Te-Vi

In the morning when the Sun rises
My great kiskadee comes to brighten the day
Carries in its beak a flower branch
To light up my love's heart

Fly, fly my singing little bird
Carries in its beak a flower branch
To light up my love's heart

In the evening when night comes
My great kiskadee doesn't stop singing
The Moon's light shines beyond
And with the stars, it will play