Caboclos da Onça
Tainá Santos
Caboclos of the Jaguar
Gentle
Shoots an arrow, sultan
Calls the jaguar, gentle
Is a warrior, sultan
Calls the jaguar, gentle
Shoots the arrow, sultan
Calls the jaguar, gentle
Is a warrior, sultan
Calls the jaguar in the forest
With firmness she comes
To teach and heal
In the line of the caboclos
Brings the herbs of the forest
The perfume of the flowers
The touch of the drums
Brings concentration
Calls the enchanted force
Gentle
Shoots an arrow, sultan
Calls the jaguar, gentle
Is a warrior, sultan
Calls the jaguar, gentle
Shoots the arrow, sultan
Calls the jaguar, gentle
Is a warrior, sultan
Calls the jaguar in the forest
With firmness she comes
To teach and heal
In the line of the caboclos
Brings the herbs of the forest
The perfume of the flowers
The touch of the drums
Brings concentration
Calls the enchanted force
Jurema, Jurema
Her skirt is made of feathers
Her headdress is of healing
Healed my heart
And opened the vision
Holy Force of the Forest
Oh Sacred Medicine
On this altar I came to sing
For Mariri and the Queen
The Caboclos are here
Cleansing this hall
Together with the Old Blacks
Establishing Protection
I deliver this work
In the Light of Wisdom
Receiving this Force
With Harmony and Joy
Jurema, Jurema
Her skirt is made of feathers
Her headdress is of healing
Healed my heart
And opened the vision
Holy Force of the Forest
Oh Sacred Medicine
On this altar I came to sing
For Mariri and the Queen
The Caboclos are here
Cleansing this hall
Together with the Old Blacks
Establishing Protection
I deliver this work
In the Light of Wisdom
Receiving this Force
With Harmony and Joy
