Cirandar

Circling, circling, circling
On the beach looking at the sea

Fisherman grabs the net
And goes fishing
Sailor gets ready
To sail

Circling, circling
Circling, circling

On the edge of the beach
With feet in the sand
With hands intertwined
Swinging the skirt
Circling, oh circling
Circling, oh circling

Oh, my mother Janaína
Protect the fishermen
Give good voice to the singers
To sing the cirandas
And the maracatus

Also jumping frevos
That liven up the carnivals
And the songs of lovers
A sound of tenderness and peace