O Canto da Floresta
Boi Caprichoso
The Song of the Forest
mother nature
ineffable eternal flower
come awaken
let the eyes of life open
the singing voice is that of the forest
the green throne awaits the king
everyone awaits the sun . . .
in the lightest breeze, in the sweet kiss of mornings
in the hawk's screech, in the slither of the anaconda
crystal clear waters, rapids and waterfalls
the rumble of the peristaltic waterfall
chrysalises pulsate, orchids bloom
insects waltz to the sound of cicadas
tribal chants, voices of the village
to the sound of drums and bamboo flutes
the waters explode in tidal bores
in chords, natural symphonies
tthe river cuts through, the great canoe
of the verses of the capricious caboclo
each drumbeat, each tune
each love verse, come sing
we are all caboclos, we are beings of the jungle
our song is of love come sing . . .
it's here! it's like this! that love for life is sung!
it's here! it's like this! that love for life is sung!
