Translation of the song lyrics Tic Tic Tac - Bellini

Tic Tic Tac (original)

Bate forte o tambor
Que eu quero é tic tic tic tic tac
Bate forte o tambor
Que eu quero é tic tic tic tic tac
É nesta dança que meu boi balança
E o povão de fora vem para brincar
É nesta dança que meu boi balança
E o povão de fora vem para brincar
As barrancas de terras caidas
Faz barrento o nosso rio mar
As barrancas de terras caidas
Faz barrento o nosso rio mar
Amazonas rio da minha vida
Imagem tão linda
Que meu Deus criou
Fez o céu a mata e a terra
Uniu os caboclos
Construiu o amor
Fez o céu a mata e a terra
Uniu os caboclos
Construiu o amor
Bate forte o tambor
Que eu quero é tic tic tic tic tac
Bate forte o tambor
Que eu quero é tic tic tic tic tac
É nesta dança que meu boi balança
E o povão de fora vem para brincar
É nesta dança que meu boi balança
E o povão de fora vem para brincar
Bate forte o tambor
Que eu quero é tic tic tic tic tac
Bate forte o tambor
Que eu quero é tic tic tic tic tac
É nesta dança que meu boi balança
E o povão de fora vem para brincar
É nesta dança que meu boi balança
E o povão de fora vem para brincar
As barrancas de terras caidas
Faz barrento o nosso rio mar
As barrancas de terras caidas
Faz barrento o nosso rio mar
Amazonas rio da minha vida
Imagem tão linda
Que meu Deus criou
Fez o céu a mata e a terra
Uniu os caboclos
Construiu o amor
Fez o céu a mata e a terra
Uniu os caboclos
Construiu o amor
Bate forte o tambor
Que eu quero é tic tic tic tic tac
Bate forte o tambor
Que eu quero é tic tic tic tic tac
Bate forte o tambor

Tic Tic Tac (translation)

Let the drum resound, earth-tongued and thunderous,
For what my soul craves is that tick-tock’s secret dance,
Let the drum resound, earth-tongued and thunderous,
For what my soul craves is that tick-tock’s secret dance,
It is within this whirl that my ox staggers and bows,
And from the dusk, the multitude flows in to revel—
It is within this whirl that my ox staggers and bows,
And from the dusk, the multitude flows in to revel—
The crumbling banks—raw wounds in the clay—
Sully the river, until it broods, opaque as any sea,
The crumbling banks—raw wounds in the clay—
Sully the river, until it broods, opaque as any sea,
Amazonas—the arterial river of my existence,
A vision dazzling as a chalice brimming with light,
Fashioned by the hand of God—
He cast the firmament, the forest’s hush, and all the earth,
Bound together the caboclos,
And in the heart’s hush, he shaped love itself.
He cast the firmament, the forest’s hush, and all the earth,
Bound together the caboclos,
And in the heart’s hush, he shaped love itself.
Let the drum resound, earth-tongued and thunderous,
For what my soul craves is that tick-tock’s secret dance,
Let the drum resound, earth-tongued and thunderous,
For what my soul craves is that tick-tock’s secret dance,
It is within this whirl that my ox staggers and bows,
And from the dusk, the multitude flows in to revel—
It is within this whirl that my ox staggers and bows,
And from the dusk, the multitude flows in to revel—
Let the drum resound, earth-tongued and thunderous,
For what my soul craves is that tick-tock’s secret dance,
Let the drum resound, earth-tongued and thunderous,
For what my soul craves is that tick-tock’s secret dance,
It is within this whirl that my ox staggers and bows,
And from the dusk, the multitude flows in to revel—
It is within this whirl that my ox staggers and bows,
And from the dusk, the multitude flows in to revel—
The crumbling banks—raw wounds in the clay—
Sully the river, until it broods, opaque as any sea,
The crumbling banks—raw wounds in the clay—
Sully the river, until it broods, opaque as any sea,
Amazonas—the arterial river of my existence,
A vision dazzling as a chalice brimming with light,
Fashioned by the hand of God—
He cast the firmament, the forest’s hush, and all the earth,
Bound together the caboclos,
And in the heart’s hush, he shaped love itself.
He cast the firmament, the forest’s hush, and all the earth,
Bound together the caboclos,
And in the heart’s hush, he shaped love itself.
Let the drum resound, earth-tongued and thunderous,
For what my soul craves is that tick-tock’s secret dance,
Let the drum resound, earth-tongued and thunderous,
For what my soul craves is that tick-tock’s secret dance,
Let the drum resound, earth-tongued and thunderous,