O Cativo

Father of strange rites
Tribal wanderers
Your war is your peace
Whoever dares to land on your shores
Terror will come
Tupinambá!

From the depths of the wild forest
Bellicose, valiant rivals
You challenge, fight with honor
Face with fury, show your strength

In times of gold and musket
Of a treasure that seduces the white man
You will capture, feather
Satisfy Abá
Tubub Abá

Honor your ancestors
In the glow of the bonfires
Your revenge will rise
Their fortresses
Sing, shaman, dance
The time has come

From the mountains hear the cries
Of the captive's wails
Ibirapema, your triumph
The enemy agonizes
Lacerated and cooked
The feast is served

Abá will absorb
All the strength of your soul
For a new war