O Vento Levou o Mar

The wind took the sea
The wind took the sea
But my berimbau
I take my song
But my berimbau
It was my turn

And sadness is the joy of a capoeira
And taking in his song with the berimbau
It equals the beautiful sea current
When the wind blows, it takes his singing

Capoeira has no language, it's universal
No need for his homeland that created
Just bow to the feet of the berimbau
And play the rhythm that the berimbau sent