From this giant stone we can see a little bit of the Sun
The greatness of Gávea1, young man
There, it gravitates, what was dust begins to levitate
There, landscapes glow, zoom and zen
There, the raw fruit falls from the body
The hill enjoys the sea
High rises, hang glides, there, happily
She comes from Phoenicia2, the tale and the flower
It sprouted from the lunar strength
It revenges the gift of light of the forest
The stone is the glory of a God
The stone is the glory of a God
The stone is the glory of a God
1. A neighborhood in Rio de Janeiro2. An ancient civilization