Marisqueira

I live under the aroeira tree
Where the assanhaço comes to play
Blue sky with green leaves, great kiskadees and thrushes
Protected by time, it is up to man to worship
By the forces of this wind to spread the seeds

The ancient navigators of this river, curves of salt
End of the afternoon, gold and silver mix in the pear tree
Who discovers its richness never tires of talking
As your Dorival says: Never wants to return

Seafood restaurant
Take advantage that the tide has receded, the crown has already cleared
The fisherman comes from the sea
Lady cove, I'm going, I'm going, I'm going
Conceição, margarida