Canta Catarina

When they shouted Catarina
I introduced myself
I pulled the law's handle
And tossed the hat up
They shouted Catarina
Screams were heard
It was me joining a madman
Arm in arm with an iron tip

My old man was a fisherman
He hooked on top of the keel
The old lady was a countrywoman
She fought with the family
I was planted in this land
As if planting a pine nut
Amidst the clamor of the jackdaws
Leaving traces on the ground

Mark this mark
That I stick in the sway
Let me pull from the chin
Just because this part is mine
I cross and sway
On the way back I put on the saddle
Then I show the flourish
That the holy land gave me

Sing Catarina sing
When I go on the mane
The people rise
Sing Catarina sing
When I open my chest
Not even a jackdaw is startled

When they shouted Catarina
I mounted and blessed myself
I let out a sapucai
In a cacumbi swing
They shouted Catarina
A saint descended there
It was my race on horseback
In a Guarani style

I was born in the rich hill
The wind rocking us
And I put the handle and the spur
In any moving creature
With snow my soul is light
But with people it's different
I just don't mess with the jackdaws
For this creature is my relative

Mark this mark
That I stick in the sway
Let me pull from the chin
Just because this part is mine
I cross and sway
On the way back I put on the saddle
Then I show the flourish
That the holy land gave me

Sing Catarina sing
When I go on the mane
The people rise
Sing Catarina sing
When I open my chest
Not even a jackdaw is startled

Throw the hat up Catarina
And thank the holy land
The holy land
The holy land
The holy land
Catarina