Chica da Silva

On the first day of spring

They heard the news

The word spread like fire

That she had fallen

The fields of that day

Were watered with tears

Tears that were cried

For Chica Da Silva

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Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva

Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva

She was young and brave

The prime of her life

Fought for her country

Became a spy

And men told the secrets

Once looked in her eyes

They laid in the arms

Of Chica Da Silva

The game that she played

Couldn't last very long

Luck she relied on

When they had all gone

Her hands tied together

Back on the wall

They shot the life

From Chica Da Silva

Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva

Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva

Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva

Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva

On the first day of spring

They heard the news

The word spread like fire

That she had fallen

The fields of that day

Were watered with tears

Tears that were cried

For Chica Da Silva

She was young and brave

The prime of her life

Fought for her country

Became a spy

And men told the secrets

Once looked in her eyes

They laid in the arms

Of Chica Da Silva

Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva

Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva

Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva

Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva

Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva

Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva