Rorameira Makunaimando

The sun sets in the land of Makunaima
Good View in the sky, full moon of honey
climbing the Pacaraima mountain
I am from Roraima
surubim, tucunaré, piramutaba
I am painted stone, buriti, bacaba
Caracaranã, water flour, tucumã
curumim awaits you, cunhantã
a pink dolphin singing in the river
manioc beiju in heat
parixara in the April circle, opened
fine line in my jandiá
dried meat, xibé, aluá
jiquitaia, caxiri, taperebá...