Our love shone over the moving waters
She was my guide when I was young and happy
Our rhythm, our shine, our future's fruit
Everything was tomorrow's
Our sex, our style, our world's reflection
Everything was in Itapuã
Itapuã*, your full moons, your ugly houses
You saw everything, everything, the whole of us
Itapuã, your sludge, algae, souls that coalesce
Keep everything, everything, the smell of us
Abaeté**, this white area nobody starts in
It's what God made us
Nothing stays in Itapuã
Yet I'm happy
Itapuã, when you lack me, your high palms
Send me a wind, like this: Caymmi***
Itapuã, your sun burns me and my verse insists
On singing your name, endlessly your name
Abaeté, all mine and hers
The beautiful pond knows, keeps quiet, and speaks
I sing to you in the constellations over you
I am happy
She was my guide when I was happy and young