O vendedor de caranguejo

Uçá crab
Uçá crab
I catch it in the mud
and put it in my basket

There's crab
there's fat goiamum
Every ten strings
I give one more
I give one more
I give one more
Every ten strings
I give one more

I lost my youth
With dirty feet in the mud
I became illiterate
But my children gained fame
For the taste of the boys
For the taste of the woman
I was about to rest
No longer dirtying my feet

The little animals so raised
I satisfied my desire
I could rest
But I continue selling crabs