Canto dos Anciões

I see the Moon coming out
During this night
The day is coming up
Dawn's dream
A bird that sings
In its jungle

I start to sing
The Jurumbá's chant
At the black Jurema seedling
With my maraca
At the black Jurema seedling
With my maraca

Maraca, saka, Maraca, saka
I've got my cacique, I've got my shaman
With their maraca in hands

I start to sing
By the side of the black Jurema seedling
With my maraca
By the side of the black Jurema seedling
With my maraca

Maracá, saka, Maracá, saka

I see the star coming out
During this night
The day is coming up
Dawn's dream