Coacy Beija-flor

The tribe people tell
That the souls
Will turn into butterflies
And drink the morning flower's honey
To endure the journey
To Tupã's arms

Guanambí died of sadness
His soul, however
Did not turn into a butterfly
His cry was so strong
His desire for comfort
That he became a flower

Coacy flew in the meadow
And heard his daughter's lament
But the little butterfly
Had no strength to carry
The girl's soul
Sadly, she asked Tupã
(to turn her into a bird)
With strong, shining wings
To carry Guanambí

Coacy hummingbird
Coacy hummingbird
To carry Guanambí...(3x)

And today when a child departs
(Guanambí!)
Their soul turns into a flower
Awaiting love
From the wings of love

Coacy hummingbird
Coacy hummingbird
To carry Guanambí...(3x)