If you go to Rio
Don't forget to go up there
In a small village
Hidden under wild flowers
On the slope of a hillside.
It's in Madureira you'll see the Cariocas
Coming out of the little houses to go to the party
To the samba party.
And you'll see climbing along the hills
Girls with slim waists moving in small steps
And the bands in this joyful tinta marre
Leading the strange flow of samba schools
Who prepare the ball and go for the Carnival
Repeating the rhythm of the wildest of dances
That of Madureira.
If you go to Rio
Don't forget to go up there
In a small village
Hidden under wild flowers
On the slope of a hillside
It's in Madureira you'll see the Cariocas
Coming out of the little houses to go to the party
To the samba party
And you'll see climbing along the hills
Girls with slim waists moving in small steps
And the bands in this joyful tinta marre
Leading the strange flow of samba schools
If you go to Rio
Don't forget to go up there
In a small village
Hidden under wild flowers
On the slope of a hillside.

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