O Mestre Sala dos Mares
João Bosco
The Master of the Seas Room
Long ago in the waters of Guanabara
The sea dragon has reappeared
In the figure of a brave wizard
Whom history has not forgotten
Known as the black navigator
He had the dignity of a master of ceremonies
And waving across the sea in the joy of regattas
He was greeted at the port by French girls
Young Polish women and battalions of mulatto women
Red waterfalls gushed from the coasts
Of the saints between songs and whips
Flooding the hearts of the basement people
That like the sorcerer then shouted
Glory to the pirates, the mulatto women, the mermaids
Glory to the farofa, the cachaça, the whales
Glory to all inglorious struggles
That through our history
We never forget
Hail the black sailor
Which has as a monument
The stepping stones of the pier
Glory to the pirates, the mulatto women, the mermaids
Glory to the farofa, the cachaça, the whales
Glory to all inglorious struggles
That through our history
We never forget
Hail the black sailor
Which has as a monument
The stepping stones of the pier, but save
Hail the black sailor
Which has as a monument
The stepping stones of the pier
But it's been a long time
