Whoever thinks so, keeps getting lost
That's why now I'm defending myself
From the cruel mouth of this longing
That's due to misfortune
My poor chest invades
Batuque é a privilege
Nobody learns samba at school
Sambar is crying with joy
smiling with nostalgia within the melody
So now, there in Penha, I'm going to let
My brunette sing, with satisfaction
And with harmony, this sad melody
Which is my samba in the form of a prayer
Samba, in reality
Doesn't come from the hills, nor from the city
And whoever suffocates a passion
Will feel that samba then
Is born in the heart