Samba, we never lose the pleasure of singing
And they do everything to silence
The beat of our drums
In its echo, the samba is remade
Its song shines
We can smile again

Samba, eternal delirium of the composer
That is born from the soul, without skin, without color
With simplicity, not being vulgar
Making our joy, its natural habitat
The samba blossoms from the bottom of our backyard

This samba is for you
Who lives to talk, to criticize
Wanting to show off, wanting to end
With our popular culture

It's beautiful to see
The samba run, to the other side
There is no border, to stop us
You don't samba but you have to applaud

Samba, we never lose the pleasure of singing
And they do everything to silence
The beat of our drums
In its echo, the samba is remade
Its song shines
We can smile again

Samba, eternal delirium of the composer
That is born from the soul, without skin, without color
With simplicity, not being vulgar
Making our joy, its natural habitat
The samba blossoms from the bottom of our backyard

This samba is for you
Who lives to talk, to criticize
Wanting to show off, wanting to end
With our popular culture

It's beautiful to see
The samba run, to the other side
There is no border, to stop us
You don't samba but you have to applaud

This samba is for you
Who lives to talk, to criticize
Wanting to show off, wanting to end
With our popular culture

It's beautiful to see
The samba run, to the other side
There is no border, to stop us
You don't samba but you have to applaud

Samba, we never lose the pleasure of singing
And they do everything to silence
The beat of our drums

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