Who dares to tell me
What samba is made of
Who dares to tell me
Who dares to tell me
What it is made of samba
Who dares to tell me
No, I don't samba but in vain
My samba has a cord
My block has no have
And still
Sambo as a couple for me
Bambo only but sambo yes
Sambo because I like someone
Like to wash my soul
Take me away
Let me see samba in the chest of whoever
Whoever dares to tell me
What samba is made of
Whoever dares to tell me
Who dares to tell me
What samba is made of
Who dares to tell me
Who taught me to tell you
Come and spend yours suffer
It was another one who held hands between the two of us
I understand your after
Don't get me wrong
But for samba it was vital
Talking about it ties my soul
Take me now
Since there is no place for a good samba
Don't you dare tell me
What it's about made samba
Don't you dare tell me
Don't you dare tell me
What samba is made of
Don't you dare tell me
Don't you dare tell me
What samba is made of
Don't you dare tell me