Toada do Igapó
Arraial do Pavulagem
Igapó Toada
And it's been over a year, dark-skinned girl
Since I haven't come back to spy on you
I went to look at other fields
I saw so many places
And in my chest there's a strong longing
And the North wind
Took me beyond the sea
My cowboy, Boi Pavulagem is fate
That sways in the festivities
Of the small ones from Igapó
Notice the star in this small adornment
There's the ox, there's the ox, dark-skinned girl
Oh dark-skinned girl, who told you
That a rifle bullet doesn't kill anyone
