[Intro]

[Verse]

Bong Bong Fila na Praiya (Swaying Together on the Beach)

A Branyo-style song celebrating the fishing village and the spirit of the community.

(Music begins—lively, rhythmic tempo)

Verse 1

Bong bong fila na praiya, (Swaying together on the beach,)

Ondi jenti bai peska. (Where the people go to fish.)

San Pedro, tudu anu, (Saint Peter, every year,)

Kantu alegria na vista. (Such joy in our sight.)

Chorus

Oh, Malaka, tera di San Francisku, (Oh, Malacca, land of Saint Francis,)

Nteh otru tera ki yo kereh. (There is no other land I want.)

Oh, Malaka, undi teng sempri fresku, (Oh, Malacca, where it is always fresh,)

Yo kereh fikah ateh mureh. (I want to stay here until I die.)

Verse 2

Jinkli nona, bunitu siara, (Pretty girl, beautiful lady,)

Bailu branyo na kalor. (Dancing the branyo in the heat.)

Bunitu siara siorus, (Beautiful ladies and gentlemen,)

Kantu alegria na kor. (Such joy in the heart.)

Verse 3

Laler-laler na kaminhu, (Seashells scattered on the path,)

Lembra nevi, lembra mar. (Remembering snow, remembering the sea.)

Ista tera ki nos teng, (This land that we have,)

Ki nos kereh siempri. (That we always love.) Song of São João

(A lyrical tribute to the Portuguese Settlement of Melaka)

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[Verse 1]

Where the straits meet the shore, in Ujong Pasir's embrace,

A village stands with stories time cannot erase.

From 1511, they came across the southern sea,

The white Bengalis, as they were called, came to set their spirits free.

They built more than a fortress of stone upon the sand,

They built a home, a Luso-Malay land.

[Chorus]

Oh, Aldeia de São João, where the Kristang heart beats strong,

In the rhythm of the branyo, in the melody and song.

Jingkli Nona, hear it play, through the June night air,

Festa San Pedro, Festa San João, a heritage we share.

The boats are blessed, the candles glow, the dancers twirl around,

In this sacred, cherished ground.

[Verse 2]

Through Dutch and British rule, their faith remained so true,

In every house, Our Lady's shrine, a Catholic morning dew.

Their language softly spoken, a creole old and rare,

A mix of Portuguese and Malay words upon the air.

Bong Natal, they call at Christmas, lights upon the street,

With lalerlaler of seashells, making snow feel sweet.

[Chorus]

Oh, Aldeia de São João, where the Kristang heart beats strong,

In the rhythm of the branyo, in the melody and song.

Jingkli Nona, hear it play, through the June night air,

Festa San Pedro, Festa San João, a heritage we share.

The boats are blessed, the candles glow, the dancers twirl around,

In this sacred, cherished ground.

[Bridge]

From the Algarve's old corridinho, a new rhythm found its home,

Across the Malaccan waters, where the fisherman would roam.

The devil curry, spicy tart, the sasagon on the plate,

A taste of all the history that chose to stay and wait.

The elders pass the music down, the tales of long ago,

To keep the gente Kristang alive, for all the world to know.

[Final Chorus]

Oh, Aldeia de São João, where the Kristang heart beats strong,

In the rhythm of the branyo, in the melody and song.

Jingkli Nona, hear it play, through the June night air,

Festa San Pedro, Festa San João, a heritage we share.

The boats are blessed, the candles glow, the dancers twirl around,

In this sacred, cherished ground.

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This song was written to capture the rich, vibrant spirit of the Portuguese Settlement in Melaka, drawing from its unique history, traditions, and the enduring cultural identity of the Kristang people.