A Lenda do Abaeté

In Abaeté there's a dark lagoon
Surrounded by white sand
Oh, white sand
Oh, white sand

Early in the morning
If a washerwoman
Goes to wash clothes in Abaeté
She crosses herself
Because she says she hears
Hears the noise
Of the drums

The fisherman
Lets his little son
Take a raft
Do whatever he wants
But he hits him if his son plays
Near the Lagoon of Abaeté
Of Abaeté

The night feels like a day
Someone says looking at the Moon
By the beach, the little children
Play in the moonlight

The moon silvers everything
Coconut trees, sand, and sea
One can imagine how beautiful the lagoon is

The Moon falling in love
In the waters of Abaeté
Damn, Cross
Says a spell
Whoever spoke of Abaeté
In Abaeté there's a dark lagoon