Tratado Peixe-boi

Rain falling and chasing away the Sun from the Pantanal
My berimbau made of rain and Brazilwood
Against the current, a manatee swam upstream
My eyes welled up with tears, reminding me of the river's blue soul

I saw
You didn't see
But I saw

The river's soul ascended to heaven
Tears from the sky fell to the ground
The river's soul ascended to heaven
Tears from the sky fell to the ground

I ask, but you don't come to see me, Carolina
I ask, but you don't come to see me