Marabaixo

Where are you going, young man?
On this path alone
I will make my home
In the fields of Laguinho

The streets of Macapá
Are becoming exquisite
There are hospitals, there are schools
For the children of the workers
But the houses that are built
Are only for the doctors to live

On the first of June
I don't respect the lord
I go out shouting cheers
To our governor

I found myself with Saint Joseph
Patron of Macapá
So that Janary and Guaracy
Don't leave Amapá