(Guiguio)
You told me that you don't sing
That you don't dance or swing
But you end up there in Cála
But you end up there in Cála
But you end up there in Cála
But it ends there in Cála
Calabar damn, Cála
When you see the bragadá
Baticum brugundum
You manifest yourself
The band's tune
br/>You don't even protest
In the middle of the crowd
With your hands up
Trimming the edges
Singing the chorus
What's wrong
What you can't forget
This paraphernalia
It will still drive you crazy
Since the beginning of the world
The poet spoke
A song for you
That you will still see
br/>The changing weather
Get together to watch
Already tell your neighbor
Open the window
The band will come by
Go dance at Cála
Calabar, damn, Cála