That flower is being taken by the flow of the river
My loved one is already sleeping
Making fun of my love
The ingá bent over the stones on the shore of the river
And its fruits were mature
It went with the flow
It went with the flow
It went with the flow, ah
It rained for a week and I didn't see my loved one
The clay got marked where the cattle passed by
After it rained, the blue sky was unveiled
And there in the road, my darling was coming
He was coming, he was coming
He was coming, he was coming
That flower is being taken by the flow of the river
And I slept alone
Dreaming of our love
Dreaming of our love
Dreaming...
Hey, dandá...