I arrived in a land of mystery,

Where stories dance like waves in the sea,

The night is alive with magic so deep,

In Brazil, the legends never sleep.

I heard of a woman with hair so wild,

Iara sings and the rivers smile,

Her beauty calls, a haunting sound,

She’ll take your soul where waters drown.

Deep in the jungle, a shadow’s cry,

The Mapinguari with a burning eye,

A beast of greed, a curse of the land,

One step, and the forest falls by his hand.

Brazilian tales, they light up the sky,

From the Amazon to the mountains high,

Where the moon and the stars shine so bright,

The spirits are dancing through the night.

Then there's Curupira, the forest’s keeper,

With fiery red hair, and feet that go deeper,

He guards the trees, the animals, the land,

With a whistle, he'll guide or mislead your hand.

The Saci spins in circles and tricks,

With one leg, he’s quick and slick,

A cap on his head, a pipe in his mouth,

He leads you astray if you wander south.

Brazilian tales, they light up the sky,

From the Amazon to the mountains high,

Where the moon and the stars shine so bright,

The spirits are dancing through the night.

And don't forget the Werewolf, the beast in the moon,

A howl in the dark, a curse that comes soon,

Or Boto, the river's heart in disguise,

A man by the day, a lover by night’s rise.

The Headless Mule, she gallops so fast,

A headless mare, from the past,

And the Cuca, a witch in the dark,

With eyes that gleam, and a frightening mark.

In the night, the Boitatá gleams bright,

A serpent of fire, guarding the light.

With eyes like embers, it hunts the dark,

Through the mist, it leaves its mark.

The Dry Body roams, a shadow in pain,

A lost soul cursed to wander again.

No rest it finds, no peace in its wake,

A spirit bound to the earth, a life to forsake.

Brazilian tales, they light up the sky, (the sky)

From the Amazon to the mountains high, (high)

Where the moon and the stars shine so bright, (so bright)

The spirits are dancing through the night.

I’m lost in these stories, so wild and free,

Brazil's folklore, forever will be,

A land of wonder, a land so bright,

Where legends live, and they take flight