No Mês de Maio

I became happier
When I saw my people singing
There goes my most beautiful ox, there goes the bumba boi from Axixá!

Hold on, Axixá!

In the month of May
Not even dawn breaks
The mermaid sings and the waves of the sea rise and fall
In the month of June
When night falls

I gather my group
The people from afar already know!