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
  
   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
  
   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