Maracatu, Samba e Baião

I mixed maracatu, samba, and baião;
Oh my goodness, boy, what a mess!
A sifted mix like an improvised coconut,
A well-syncopated baião,
The blend that happened. (repeat)

Hit the tambourine, I want to see the crowd going wild!
I want the people grooving, a non-stop dance.
The rollicking of the song made history,
Mixing rollicking with ball, I want to see tongues twisting. (repeat)

I'm from the northeast, boy!
Tough guy, divine!
I break and sway however I can,
Jackson-style in the syncopation of the tambourine,
In a very Gonzaga-style baião,
I get the people to sing.

The song of my people never dries up
Nor does the drought that dries up this land;

I guarantee you that when the emu sings,
In her song there's samba, maracatu, and baião. (repeat)