Quadrilhão do Guajará

Balloon, bonfire, river flower at the window
I go in the bow of the violet canoe
I carry the flag, a banjo, a fiddle
My mug of sweet water from Jobim

And this sea chant comes from me
For it's the wind that carries me along the sand
Light shines, full moon and dawn
Ship cage anchored there on the beach

It waits until the sun sets in Guajarina
Play, girl, with the miriti little boat
That I made for you
On the station's little staircase
A Guajará quadrille
A quadrille of high tide