CHARME

You look like a jaguar basking in the Sun
On the wet stone, touching up your tone
Like watercolor, a master’s brush
Seasoned with fierce love
The beast that aims and rips the sky
Walks elegant, just like a peacock
A seahorse, a curumim
Enchanted, Marajó

Chocolate-colored stone, Island of Love
The caracara circles you to protect
Smiling buffaloes in procession
The strong strength of a pajé

I nap in the hammock, I hear a thunder roll
They speak your name and I’ve memorized it already
A shooting star, a ballet in the sky, mm-hmm
The end of love does not exist, I know

You look like a jaguar basking in the Sun
On the wet stone, touching up your tone
Like watercolor, a master’s brush
Seasoned with fierce love
The beast that aims and rips the sky
Walks elegant, just like a peacock (peacock, peacock, peacock)
A seahorse, a curumim
Enchanted, Ma-ra-Ma-ra-Marajó (huh!)

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-ei
Ih-ih-ih-ih
Hah-ah-hah-ah (whoa!)