O Mestre-Sala Dos Mares
Elis Regina
The Master of the Seas
A long time ago, in the waters of Guanabara
The sea dragon reappeared
In the form of a brave sorcerer
Whom history did not forget
Known as the Black Navigator
He had the dignity of a master of ceremonies
And as he waved through the sea, in the joy of regattas
He was greeted at the port by French girls
Young Polish women and battalions of mulattoes
Red cascades
Gushed from the backs of the saints amidst songs and lashes
Flooding the hearts of the people in the hold
Who, like the sorcerers, shouted, then
Glory to the pirates
To the mulattoes, to the mermaids
Glory to the feast
To the cachaça, to the whales
Glory to all the inglorious struggles
That through our history, we never forget
Hail to the Black Navigator
Whose monument is the trodden stones of the dock
But hail
Hail to the Black Navigator
Whose monument is the trodden stones of the dock
But it's been a long time
