São João de Todos os Tempos

It's not the sound of the wind
Nor the thunder's roar
It's the accordion's rumble
Calling me to Saint John

Saint John of all times
Saint John like in the old days
With lively square dances
And shining bonfires

Anavantu, anavantu anarriê
Let's dance, the balancê is starting
In their places, games beginning
In the big circle, our world is spinning

Lovers' stroll
We will meet
And there in the love tunnel
We will get married
Back to your places
Clap your hands
Oh my old Saint John
Of sweet memories
The bonfire is burning
In honor of Saint John

Let's cheer for Saint Peter
Saint Anthony and Saint John
Exchanging the macaw and the parrot
In great excitement
Look at the rain, look at the snake
Lie of whoever shouted
Our forró has magic
It has tradition and love
My heart exploded
Like a bomb at Saint John

In a spiral of joy
Let's spin in the hall
Let's tip our hats
For the final salute
A girl saying goodbye
With her skirt twirling
Long live the Saint John of my dreams
How delightful to remember