Canto de Carimbó
Banda Calypso
Carimbó Song
In Marapanim
When the Moon rises
It brings along
The sweat of the crowd
And in the vastness
The foot resounds strongly
Which, raising the dust from the ground
Puts the carimbó in my heart
And I'm so alone, dark-skinned
And I'm so alone
I hope you come to me
In a carimbó song
I saw your petticoat flying through the sky
I tore, dark-skinned, my paper dream
We will be like thread and spool
We spin like the carousel spins
And I'm so alone, dark-skinned
And I'm so alone
I hope you come to me
In a carimbó song
The Moon comes out at dawn
At sunrise
She goes along
With her boyfriend, the Sun
The Moon comes out at dawn
At sunrise
She goes along
With her boyfriend, the Sun
Oh, Moon, Moon, moonlight
Take me with you for a walk
Oh, Moon, Moon, moonlight
Take me with you for a walk
Oh, Moon, Moon, moonlight
Take me with you for a walk
Oh, Moon, Moon, moonlight
Take me with you for a walk
The fisherman wants to drink
He will drink at Guajará
Wind in the boat, strength in the oar
A crossing song
The fisherman wants to drink
He will drink at Guajará
Wind in the boat, strength in the oar
A crossing song
I felt the force of the wind coming from the north
I got up, took the boat
Sailed to Gapuiá
The tide was so strong
It was deadly
Almost capsized the boat
Made the boat spin
I turned the bow towards São José
To avoid going against the tide
To see if I could make it
Smell of fish, pitiú
Boto's eye
Boat sleeping in the port
Facing Guajará
Smell of fish, pitiú
Boto's eye
Boat sleeping in the port
Facing Guajará
Come, dark-skinned
Come from Canapijó
Come show us
How to dance the carimbó
I want to see you, dark-skinned
I want you to come alone
To dance the tipiti
And also the carimbó
I felt the force of the wind coming from the north
I got up, took the boat
Sailed to Gapuiá
The tide was so strong
It was deadly
Almost capsized the boat
Made the boat spin
I turned the bow towards São José
To avoid going against the tide
To see if I could make it
Smell of fish, pitiú
Boto's eye
Boat sleeping in the port
Facing Guajará
Smell of fish, pitiú
Boto's eye
Boat sleeping in the port
Facing Guajará
Come, dark-skinned
Come from Canapijó
Come show us
How to dance the carimbó
I want to see you, dark-skinned
I want you to come alone
To dance the tipiti
And also the carimbó
I am from Belém do Pará
