Lagoa Dos Patos

There at the bottom of the lagoon
Sleeps a good longing
Far from this serene sky
The small heart
And empty remained

I know that life hoisted the sails
But on beautiful nights
I am a navigator

There at the bottom of the memory
Sleeps a bit of hope
To return to the carefree life
By the edge of the lagoon
Just wetting the feet

Be it in Tapes
São Lourenço
Barra do Ribeiro
Or Arambaré

Lagoon of the Ducks
Of dreams, of boats
Sea of fresh water and passion

Ah! This simple song
I made just for her
Don't take it the wrong way
She who is the daughter of the moon
That illuminates the streets
There in Laranjal