Deusa Cunhã

To the sound of tamurá, maracá, carriço, ireru, puraci-sauá
The goddess cunhã emerges to dance
The wild rhythm of war
hey! ha! hey! ha! hey! ha! hey! ha! hey! ha! hey! ha!

Illuminated by the hypnotized eyes of the moonlight
That follows her and gets lost in the most beautiful image
Of the entire forest

Heir of the red glory
She has the grace and beauty of the ancestors
Her body is a whole monument
Free in perfect movement in the moonlight (repeat)

The offering of the forest peoples
All the gods consecrate you here on earth
The very incarnation cunhã of the glory of woman

Dance, goddess cunhã, exuberant queen
Warrior dance, cunhã poranga of the red nation