It is sweet to die on the sea
To die on the green of its waves
Last night his sailboat left and went away...
Didn't come back early in the morning
The siren carried the charming sailor away
It is sweet to die on the sea
To die on the green of its waves, my dear
He's gone to the sea, to drown himself
Made his rest in the confort of Iemanjá's arms once more
It is sweet to die on the sea
To die on the green of its waves
It is sweet to die on the sea
To die on the green of its waves