Cachoeira Prateada

Beating the ox drum of Arari
To call out at the big retreat
Little horses with golden manes
Field flower and the 'Jesus' Viana
Piticaia calls me, Nanã
Madureira where the jazo reigns
There's an enchanting garden to see
Among flowers and muddy waters

Swinging flower breaking the dawn
Swinging flower is a silver waterfall

Time's current takes me
To play in Jaci's moonlight
Jurandir, Lino, and Muríbeca
Are poems dancing in the wind
My group through the island's streets
The beautiful sea barrier
Will become even more beautiful and serene
If I sing and dance on the scale.