Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah… Ah… ah… ah… Ooooooooh… Aaaaaah… Eeeeeeeh… Aaaaaaaah… Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah… Ah… ah… ah… Ooooooooh… Aaaaaah… Eeeeeeeh… Aaaaaaaah… Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah… Ah… ah… ah… Ooooooooh… Aaaaaah… Eeeeeeeh… Aaaaaaaah… Irerê, little bird from the dry Cariri plains, Irerê, faithful companion, Where is my guitar? Where is my love? Where is Maria? Ah! What a sad and wandering fate for the singer with his song, Ah! Once with a guitar where he poured his tender love, Now your soft whistling is your Irerê flute, Like a lone flute of the Sertão when it is sighing, ah! It makes us suffer even when we do not choose! Ah! Your song is rising from the heart of the backlands, ah! Like a breeze slowly melting a hard heart, ah! Irerê, loosen your singing! Sing once more! Sing once more, so we still recall Cariri! Sing, wren of the brush! Sing, gentle ground dove! Sing, Irerê! Sing and sing and share our sorrow… Fieldlark! Bem-te-vi! Maria, wake, the day is here! All of you singing now, little birds of the Sertão! Bem-te-vi… Êh! Sabiá! La liá liá liá liá liá… Êh, Sabiá, singer of the forest! Liá liá liá liá… La liá liá liá liá liá… Êh, Sabiá, bearer of sorrow! Your gentle song is flowing out from the Sertão, Just like a breeze that softens every heart… Irerê, little bird from the dry Cariri plains, Irerê, faithful companion… Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah… Ah… ah… ah… Ooooooooh… Aaaaaah… Eeeeeeeh… Aaaaaaaah… Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah… Ah… ah… ah… Ooooooooh… Aaaaaah… Eeeeeeeh… Aaaaaaaah… Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah… Ah… ah… ah… Ooooooooh… Aaaaaah… Eeeeeeeh… Aaaaaaaah…
