Cantar Ciranda

Singing ciranda
Is like taking a chance
Living out on the sea
Fishing from a raft
Sail stretched tight
Rain and sun, cold and heat
And I feel like a fisherman
Pulling the heavy net
And the steady rhythm
Of the raft swaying
Mimics the people dancing
My ciranda is rocking

Singing ciranda
Is the ebb and flow of the tide
When it comes, it forms a ballet
When it goes, it carries sand
It circles around me
A grumpy storm
When it goes, it takes everything
And when it returns, it ignites
And the poetry flows
Just like a boomerang
In every drop of blood
That runs through my veins

Singing ciranda
Is like a game of chance
When I go out to sing
I don’t know if I’ll see the dawn
A real mess
Doesn’t hit my heart
'Cause I have the protection
Of a power that radiates me
And a trumpet announces
That the world is shaking
Every time I’m inhaling
From the pipe of poetry

It must be
Some kind of witchcraft
The charm of the accent
It’s so good it gives me chills
Singing ciranda
Is like a photograph
It lives on in memory
Since the very first day