Brincadeira Na Fogueira

There are so many bonfires
There are so many balloons
There are so many games
Everyone in the yard makes guesses
My St. John, I don't.
My St. John, I don't.
I don't have joy
Just because he doesn't come
Just because he doesn't come
The one I wanted so much

I stuck the knife in the banana tree trunk
I didn't like the game, Saint Anthony fooled me.
I ran to the edge of the bonfire
Seeing my face in the basin, the water spilled