Yamã

The warrior drums beat
Whole villages a song in the air
The prayers echo in the feathers of the arrows
Of the sons of the forest feared in war
Rests the Tupi warriors' bow

Huruê, huruê, huruê
Ariê, ariê, ariá bis

Your voice, oh thunder brings the wind in your hands
The brightness of the lightning your gaze the light
Tearing through the sky, forests, air, rivers, and sea
Howls fiercely, like the jaguar roaring
Rise the Tupi nation
The warrior song explodes

And the açanã, ariê, ariê, ariá Bis
Flutes that exalt Tupã
Ariê, ariê, ariá Bis

Songs that enchant the songs
Throughout all corners will resound
God Tupã

Huruê, huruê, huruê
Ariê, ariê, ariá bis
Yamã