Balanço Popular

It's boi-bumbá, my ox
It's popular, my ox
It's the folklore of our Amazon
Two steps to the left, two steps to the right

What rhythm is this that captivates you, and mesmerizes you
Gives you goosebumps, spreading like a beam of joy
I was told it's the sweet swing of an ox
What rhythm is this that captivates you, and mesmerizes you
Gives you goosebumps, spreading like a beam of joy
Enchanting, our capricious way when it arrives, it infects

It's a tropical sound, from the yard and the backyard
To the mountain ranges, descending into villages
Playing in quilombo, carrying a gourd
Accompanying the boy along the riverbanks
It's a delightful dance, it's of the people
It's of the Tupi-Guarani trunk
It's of the Tupinambá, it's of the Parintintim, or it's of the Tupinambarana island
It's mixed, it's the beat, it's the accent
It's the people's mix
It's the smile, improvisation without fear
It's the old and the new
It's the shake of the north that doesn't choose
Rich or poor, anyone can learn
It's the meeting of tribes, of all colors
Of many Brazils, of many loves
Of belief and celebration
Of people and forest
Free from vanity and come play ox

It's boi-bumbá, my ox
It's popular, my ox
It's the folklore of our Amazon
Two steps to the left, two steps to the right