Siá Filiça

Where is the firewood for the bonfire
Siá Filiça
Where is the corn to roast
Where is that calico dress of yours
That you wore to dance
Where is that accordion player
That I asked to play
The song of my land
A foot-of-the-mountain forró
That I helped sing
When I remember all of this
Siá Filiça
It makes me want to cry
Where is that little balloon
Siá Filiça
That colored my place
My hope still sleeps
Siá Filiça
And I'm reluctant to wake up
Breaking pots in the yard
And the bonfire to jump over
A well-marked square dance
And a beautiful Saint John's with a latada
That was good for dating
When I remember all of this
Siá Filiça
It makes me want to cry