No Capricho da Remada (in memoriam à Teixeira de Manaus)

It's in the canoe swaying in the river's current
It's in the pull of the oar rowing

Luiz Gonzaga, Santarém, and Zé Caiá
Invited the whole world
To play boi bumbá

Luiz Gonzaga, Santarém, and Zé Caiá
Invited the whole world
To play boi bumbá

It's a bull party on the island
Parintins is the magic of popular culture
I'm Caprichoso, marujeiro, fisherman
I sailed all day
To play with my love

In the up and down of the river
Every day is a new challenge
The canoe comes full, there's a full table
Fried sardines, grilled pacu

Tucunaré broth
The woman hurries, the child is hungry
Tambaqui, jaraqui in the xibé
Crush the pepper, there's roasted bodó

With the rosary in hand
On my knees to the ground
Under the light of the torch
I pray to Saint Peter
That my river doesn't dry up

Protect me, my saint, from the evil boto
Taking the fish from the net
In Yara's song all night
Trying to conquer me

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
If it's true or invention
Fisherman's tales
But believe it, sir

In the swish, swish of the river's current
The fisherman rows
I'm in the canoe, going to the island, my love
In the swish, swish of the river's current
The fisherman rows
Beware of the motor's current

In the swish, swish of the river's current
The fisherman rows
I'm in the canoe, going to the island, my love
In the swish, swish of the river's current
The fisherman rows
Beware of the motor's current
Go!