It's better to be cheerful than to be sad
Joy is the best thing that exists
It's like the light in the heart

But to make a beautiful samba
You need a bit of sadness
You need a bit of sadness
Otherwise, you can't make a samba

Otherwise it's like loving a woman who's only beautiful
And then?
A woman must have something besides beauty
Something sad
Something that cries
Something that feels longing
A sway of wounded love
A beauty that comes from the sadness of knowing oneself to be a woman
Made only to love
To suffer for your love and to be only forgiveness

Making samba is not telling a joke
And whoever makes samba like that is nothing
Good samba is a form of prayer

Because samba is the sadness that swings
And sadness always has hope
Sadness always has hope
That one day it won't be sad anymore

Like those people who go around playing with life
Be careful, companion
Life is for real
And don't be mistaken, there's only one
Two, even if it's good, no one will tell me there is without proving it very well
With a certificate issued in the notary of heaven and signed below
God, and with a recognized signature
Life is not a joke, friend
Life is the art of encounter although there is so much mismatch in life
There is always a woman waiting for you
With eyes full of affection
And hands full of forgiveness
Put a little love in your life
Like in your samba

Put a little love in a rhythm
And you'll see that no one in the world wins
The beauty that a samba has, no

Because samba was born in Bahia
And if today it is white in poetry
If today it is white in poetry
It is too black in the heart

I, for example, the captain of the forest Vinícius De Moraes
Poet and diplomat
The whitest black man in Brazil
In the direct line of Xangô, saravá!
Blessing, Lady
The greatest ialorixá of Bahia
Land of Caymmi and João Gilberto
Blessing, Pixinguinha, you who cried on the flute, all my sorrows of love
Blessing, sir, blessing, Cartola
Blessing, Ismael Silva
Your blessing, Heitor dos Prazeres
Blessing, Nelson Cavaquinho
Blessing, Geraldo Pereira
Blessing, my good Cyro Monteiro you, nephew of Nonô
Blessing, Noel, your blessing, Ary
Blessing, all the great sambistas of Brazil
White, black, mulatto
Beautiful like the soft skin of Oxum
Blessing, maestro Antônio Carlos Jobim
Partner and dear friend, who have traveled so many songs with me
And there are still so many to travel
Blessing, Carlinhos Lyra, one hundred percent partner
You who unite action to feeling and thought
Blessing, blessing, Baden Powell
New friend, new partner, who made this samba with me
Blessing, friend
Blessing, maestro Moacir Santos, who are not one, you are many like
Many like my Brazil of all the saints
Including my Saint Sebastian
Saravá, blessing, I'm going to leave
I'm going to have to say goodbye

Put a little love in a rhythm
And you'll see that no one in the world wins
The beauty that a samba has, no

Because samba was born in Bahia
And if today it is white in poetry
If today it is white in poetry
It is too black in the heart

Because samba was born in Bahia
And if today it is white in poetry
If today it is white in poetry
It is too black in the heart
It is too black in the heart
It is too black in the heart
It is too black in the heart

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