Cabocla Jurema

Okê caboclo! Okê!

This story began like this
Everyone wanted her heart
The cabocla looked at me
But her love, I didn't realize

Jurema, Jurema
The most beautiful flower of my backlands
Jurema, Jurema
The troubadour wants your heart

And the chief of the troubadours then asked her
Among so many troubadours, who did you like the most?
She then, smiling, replied
He will know better than me
And disappeared

Beautiful cabocla, disappeared
The love that was not mine
Disappeared, ai-ai
Disappeared, ai-ai
Disappeared

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
She hasn't returned yet
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
She hasn't returned yet

I dreamt I was in the forest
I dreamt I was in the forest
And saw a beautiful cabocla
And saw a beautiful cabocla
Who died not long ago
And the guilty one was me, that's what she said

That she liked me so much
I didn't know
That she liked me so much
I didn't know

Jurema, Jurema
The most beautiful flower of my backlands
Jurema, Jurema
The troubadour wants your heart

And the lament within the night echoed

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
She hasn't returned yet
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
She hasn't returned yet

And the lament within the night continued

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
She hasn't returned yet
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
She hasn't returned yet

And the lament within the night ended

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
She hasn't returned yet
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
She hasn't returned yet