Pasionaria

I come to tell you, beloved woman
The ancient voice of the mborayhu
Sweet word, kind word
Beautiful word, that's what you are

You are my sky and you are my star
That always shines, my love
And it's the nectar of your affection
Aromatic flower, my little boy

Your dimples are sources of charm
For which I yearn
They are two passionflower buds
The wild flower mburukuja
They are two passionflower buds
The wild flower mburukuja

Your word is a trill and arpeggio
It has the rhythm of purahéi
It's the reason for a hundred poems
And what inspires my songs

Your eyes have a tender sadness
And the darkness of yvapurû
The sparkle of two daggers
And the languor of ka'aru

In this land, nothing is as beautiful
As your body, my goddess
And they don't match you in beauty
Not even the gleams of kuarahy
And they don't match you in beauty
Not even the gleams of kuarahy