Beatriz Durante

If when she dances she takes flight
Almost without moving her feet
If she dances silently
She must be, she must be

If with the handkerchief she entangles
The eyes of those who see her
And keeps it in her chest
She must be, she must be

Dancing paints life
Clean skies, linen in bloom
And in her skirt the monkeys
That she enchanted, that she enchanted

Beatriz During
Is a sister of the wind
Dancing in the air
But with the earth inside

If someone with the drum
Tries to throw wood at her feet
Right there her soul ignites
It must be fire, it must be fire

And if no one accompanies her
A strum makes a sound
And the chord of her body
Makes her dance, makes her dance

She raises the dust
A whirlwind of passion
And in the brightness of her eyes
The Sun hides, the Sun hides

Beatriz During
Is a sister of the wind
Dancing in the air
But with the earth inside