Frevo de Itamaracá
Quando eu cheguei
Na minha praia grande
Minha praia linda de Itamaracá
Varei o dia, revirei anoite
Clareou de novo e eu ficando lá
Lá na praia
No meio da praia, no centro do mundo
No raso, no fundo
No claro, no escuro
Da palha, da palma, da praia de Itamaracá
Na areia, no meio da areia e alegria
Pensasse e quisesse faria
Seria o que fosse pra ser
Na tarde
Rumando pra lá do viveiro
Sem tempo, nem hora ou dinheiro
Morando nas ondas do mar
Varei o dia, revirei a noite
Clareou de novo e eu ficando lá
Lá na praia
No meio da praia, no centro do mundo
No raso, no fundo
No claro, no escuro
Da palha, da palma da praia de Itamaracá
Na areia, no meio da tarde esquecido
Sonhando acordado, perdido
Com medo do dia acabar
Itamaracá Frevo
When I arrived
At my big beach
My beautiful beach of Itamaracá
I spent the day, turned the night around
It dawned again and I stayed there
There on the beach
In the middle of the beach, in the center of the world
In the shallow, in the deep
In the light, in the dark
Of the straw, of the palm, of Itamaracá beach
On the sand, in the middle of the sand and joy
I thought and wanted, I would do
It would be whatever it was meant to be
In the afternoon
Heading towards the nursery
With no time, no hour, no money
Living in the waves of the sea
I spent the day, turned the night around
It dawned again and I stayed there
There on the beach
In the middle of the beach, in the center of the world
In the shallow, in the deep
In the light, in the dark
Of the straw, of the palm of Itamaracá beach
On the sand, in the middle of the forgotten afternoon
Daydreaming, lost
Afraid of the day ending