Chorus:
Bahia' s fishermen, seafarers,
Bahia's girls in the harbour,
Bahia, with all its saints,
Bahia of San Salvador...
It's where, one fine day,
started a place named Brazil,
and also its first capital..
It is where Africa still lives in exile,
and speaks the tongue of Portugal...
It's a place where men still know how to fight,
Bare-footed, handed
or with a knife,
For a beautiful mulatto's eyes,
Risking in this fight their own lives...
Chorus
I 've listened to/ Gandhi's sons' songs and rhymes,
I have seen girls dance for Chango,
It is where I have found back paradise,
At a stone's throw from Jorge Amado's.
Chorus
As I had not yet finished
my small song,
Took it away, took it along,
I'll come back one day to hum it to you
On the beach of Itapoa.
Chorus.