Tamba-tajá

Tamba-tajá makes me happy
That my love wants me well
That your love is only mine, no one else
That it's mine, all mine, no one else...

Tamba-tajá makes me happy...
So the Indian carried his macuxy
To the field, to war, to death
So carry our love to good luck...

Tamba-tajá
Tamba-tajá-a

Tamba-tajá makes me happy
That my love wants me well
That your love is only mine, no one else
That it's mine, all mine, no one else...

Tamba-tajá makes me happy...
That no one else can kiss what I kissed
That no one else can hear what I heard
Nor can look into the eyes I looked into.

Tamba-tajá
Tamba-tajá-a