Coroa do Mar

Luziê shines bright
Sand from over there
Spilled out
Crown of the sea
Took control

Luziê was born of time
Mother Wind gave her wings
Hey, round the world
Wherever she lands, she’s home
She doesn’t want charity from love
She doesn’t want a story from passion
Dies silent in the cage
A little bird in the grove

Come see
Hey, come see
Luziê dance
On top of the wave at the edge
Jiggle in the sea
Xerê, xexerê, xererê, exê
Her necklace - it’s made of beads
Her ring - it’s made of little stones
Her top is made of white sand
Her skirt is made of aquamarine