Coito das Araras

Yellow-winged parrot
Run and take this message of mine to her
My longing, anxiety
Goes in the strangled cry of my song

Trumpeter parrot
My friend, he's a good mailman
Tell her that in the waters of the mating
Verses of waiting were born in the lagoon

In the macaws' mating, whoever passes by, doesn't stop
In the macaws' mating, everything is as it always was
The cattle graze at Berra Boi, hey, hey, hey, hey
Everything is as it always was, hey, hey, hey

In the macaws' mating, it's the soul's araçá
The Joe who sang is the seven jackets
It's the shadow of the bull hey, peroba baião hey hey
It's the shadow of the bull hey, timborna backlands

I still carry in my mouth, in my eyes the vision of your image
Disheveled, smiling, running along the road
Half distance, half league, league and a half ah ah
In the end, I picked up what was left, league and a half ah ah
You running along the road, league and a half ah ah
Disheveled, smiling, league and a half