Boi-Bumbá

He doesn't know that today is his day
He doesn't know that today is his day
He doesn't know that today is his day
He doesn't know that today is his day

The sky lined with navy blue velvet
I come to see slowly
Where the Ox was going to dance
He asked not to make much noise
That the distracted Saint
Went to sleep without celebrating

And from afar comes the muffled echo of the bumbá
Sambaing
All night cornered
Drumming
And from afar comes the muffled echo of the bumbá
Sambaing
All night cornered
Drumming

Bumba my Father of the Field
Bumba my boi bumbá