Frevo de Itamaracá

When I arrived
At my big beach
My beautiful beach of Itamaracá
I spent the day, turned the night around
It dawned again and I stayed there

There on the beach
In the middle of the beach, in the center of the world
In the shallow, in the deep
In the light, in the dark
Of the straw, of the palm, of Itamaracá beach
On the sand, in the middle of the sand and joy
I thought and wanted, I would do
It would be whatever it was meant to be

In the afternoon
Heading towards the nursery
With no time, no hour, no money
Living in the waves of the sea
I spent the day, turned the night around
It dawned again and I stayed there

There on the beach
In the middle of the beach, in the center of the world
In the shallow, in the deep
In the light, in the dark
Of the straw, of the palm of Itamaracá beach
On the sand, in the middle of the forgotten afternoon
Daydreaming, lost
Afraid of the day ending