Toada do Igapó

And it's been over a year, dark-skinned girl
Since I haven't come back to spy on you
I went to look at other fields
I saw so many places
And in my chest there's a strong longing
And the North wind
Took me beyond the sea

My cowboy, Boi Pavulagem is fate
That sways in the festivities
Of the small ones from Igapó

Notice the star in this small adornment
There's the ox, there's the ox, dark-skinned girl

Oh dark-skinned girl, who told you
That a rifle bullet doesn't kill anyone