Onde o Brasil Aprendeu a Liberdade

Freedom was learned
Fighting in Guararapes
Between arrows and spears
Knives, rifles, and cannons
United Brazilians
Without masters, without slaves
And the Lady of Pleasures
Turning stone into bullet
Good Nassau has already left
The revolution was made
And the Pitomba festival is the reenactment

Rafts to the sea to fetch lobster
To take to the party in Jaboatão
Let's prepare beautiful puppets
To celebrate the liberation

Here comes maracatu, bumba-meu-boi, rodeo
Singing and dancing
Maculelê, marujada
Cirandeiro, cirandeiro
Your time has come
Come sing this ciranda
For the circle is formed

Cirandeiro
Cirandeiro, Oh
The stone of your ring
Shines brighter than the sun