A long time ago in the waters of Guanabara
The sea dragon reappeared
In the figure of a brave sorcerer
Whom history has not forgotten
Known as the black navigator
He had the dignity of a master of the sea
And as he waved across the sea in the joy of regattas
He was greeted at the port
By French girls
Polish youths and by battalions of mulattas
Red waterfalls
They gushed from the backs of the saints
Among songs and whips
Flooding the hearts of the people in the basement
Who, like the sorcerer, shouted then
Glory to the pirates, only mulattas, to mermaids
Glória farofa, cachaca, to whales
Glory to all the inglorious struggles
That throughout our history
We never forget
Hail the black sailor
br/>Whose monument is the trampled stones of the pier

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