Tuaregue e Nagô

It's the party of the crowned blacks
In the drumming that shakes the sky
It's the shadow of centuries kept
It's the face of the wind's sunflower

It's the rain, the roaring of waterfalls
In the forest where time gains momentum
It's the strength that tames the whole earth
The flags of twilight's fire

When the Greek crossed Gibraltar
Where the black man also sailed
Bedouin left Dakar
And the Viking threw himself into the sea
An island in the middle of the sea
Was the navigator's route
Fortress, tavern, and orchard
In a Tuaregue and Nagô country

It's the shine of the tracks that support
The moan of a thousand sugar cane fields
Banner in velvet and gemstones
Drummer, heart of the carnivals

It's the frevo playing legs and arms
In the uproar of a people inventing themselves
It's the conjuring of rites and mysteries
It's an ancestral figure from overseas

When the Greek crossed Gibraltar
Where the black man also sailed
Bedouin left Dakar
And the Viking threw himself into the sea
It was the port for those seeking
The country where the sun sets
And its people baptized in the sky
The stars in the southern Equator