Cachoeira Prateada

Beating the ox drum from Arari
To call at the big retreat
Little horses with golden manes
Field flower and Zezus Viana
Piticaia calls me Nanã
Madureira where the jazo reigns
There's an enchanting garden to see
Among flowers and muddy waters

Swinging flower breaking dawn
Swinging flower is a silver waterfall

The current of time takes me
To play in Jaci's moonlight
Jurandir, Lino, and Muríbeca
Are poems dancing in the wind
My cord through the island's streets
The beautiful sea barrier
Will become even more beautiful and serene
If I sing and dance on the scale