Tribotchan

I want to see the Indian girl move
I want to see the Indian girl move
I also want to see the Indian girl move
I want to see the Indian girl move

Tchan comes to tell
What history didn't tell
That for a Bahian Indian
Cabral fell in love
That for a Bahian Indian
Cabral fell in love

Tchan comes to tell
What history didn't tell
That for a Bahian Indian
Cabral fell in love
That for a Bahian Indian
Cabral fell in love

For the swaying she dances
For her tanned body that swings
Disguised as a Portuguese, he entered the samba
And the Indian Patchanxó called him like this

Tchancurú, tchanxegô
Catchanbá, tchan popô
Paquetchan, tchanrerê
Tchansambá, tchanmexê

I'll translate
In the head, in the knee
In the little chest, in the bum
Little belly, tiny waist
This Indian still kills

The chief wants to see the bum move
And the shaman wants samba in the foot
And the healer
Is eyeing the tambourine

From Brazil to Portugal
Sambaing was Cabral
From Brazil to Portugal
Sambaing was Cabral

While Cabral sambas, Pero Vaz walks
Catching the rhythm of this little Indian
While Cabral sambas, Pero Vaz walks
Catching the rhythm of this little Indian