Dance
Heitor Villa-Lobos
Irerê, my little bird of the sertão (desert) of Cariri
Irerê, my companion,
Where is the guitar,
Where is my beloved,
Where is Maria?
Ah! Sad fate of singer guitar-player
Ah! Without his guitar with which he sang to his love
His whistle is his flute of Irerê
And his flute of desert, when whistles, ah!
We suffer without wishing!
Your singing comes just from the deep desert
Like a breeze that melts the heart! Ah!
Irerê! Free your singing!
Sing more,
Sing more to remind me Cariri!
Sing Cambaxirra, Sing Juriti,
Sing Irerê, Sing suffering
Patativa, Bem-te-vi, Maria, wake up, it is morning!
Sing all of you, birds of desert!
Bem-te-vi, eh! Sabiá!
Lá liá liá liá liá liá... Eh Sabiá, singer of the woods!
Liá liá liá liá...
Lá liá liá liá liá liá... Eh Sabiá, sufferer of the woods!
Your singing comes from the deep sertão
Like a breeze that melts the heart!
Irerê, my little bird etc.