Samba-Enredo 2026 - Do Alto do Mulungu Surge a Esperança: Lula, o Operário do Brasil

How much does hunger cost? How much does life matter?
Our last name is Brasil da Silva
It's worth a nation, it's worth a great story
In Niterói, love conquered fear
It's worth a nation, it's worth a great story
In Niterói, love conquered fear

Olé, olé, olé, olá
Another popular samba will be passing through this avenue
Olé, olé, olé, olá
Lula, Lula

I saw the star of a country shine
In Luiz's tears, the light of Garanhuns
A place where poverty and weeping prevail
They are divided among so many
And wealth multiplies for some

I saw myself in my children's eyes
Haunted and empty
With my chest in pieces
I set off in search of love and my dreams
I grabbed my boys by the arms
A ceaseless sun shone forth from the homeland
To the destination of the withdrawing
I took you, Luiz Inácio

Ironically, thirteen nights, thirteen days
Saint Lucy guided me, Saint Joseph illuminated my path
From the left of God the Father, from the union struggle
To world leadership

I saw hope grow
And the people will follow his voice
Revolutionary is knowing
Choose your heroes
Zuzu Angel, Henfil, Vladimir
Who paid the price of anger
We are still here
In Rubens Paiva's Brazil

Fight to win
Accept getting lost
If the ideal is worth it
Never give up
It is not dignified to run away
Nor should it be allowed
They're auctioning this off here
On credit, cash

Yes, there are poor people's children becoming doctors
Food on the worker's table
"Hunger is urgent," Betinho used to say
Yes, your legacy is a reflection of my lessons
Without fearing tariffs and sanctions
As soon as sovereignty is established
No false myths, no amnesty

How much does hunger cost? How much does life matter?
Our last name is Brasil da Silva
It's worth a nation, it's worth a great story
In Niterói, love conquered fear
It's worth a nation, it's worth a great story
In Niterói, love conquered fear

Olé, olé, olé, olá
Another popular samba will be passing through this avenue
Olé, olé, olé, olá
Lula, Lula

I saw the star of a country shine
In Luiz's tears, the light of Garanhuns
A place where poverty and weeping prevail
They are divided among so many
And wealth multiplies for some

I saw myself in my children's eyes
Haunted and empty
With my chest in pieces
I set off in search of love and my dreams
I grabbed my boys by the arms
A ceaseless sun shone forth from the homeland
To the destination of the withdrawing
I took you, Luiz Inácio

Ironically, thirteen nights, thirteen days
Saint Lucy guided me, Saint Joseph illuminated my path
From the left of God the Father, from the union struggle
To world leadership

I saw hope grow
And the people will follow his voice
Revolutionary is knowing
Choose your heroes
Zuzu Angel, Henfil, Vladimir
Who paid the price of anger
We are still here
In Rubens Paiva's Brazil

Fight to win
Accept getting lost
If the ideal is worth it
Never give up
It is not dignified to run away
Nor should it be allowed
They're auctioning this off here
On credit, cash

Yes, there are poor people's children becoming doctors
Food on the worker's table
"Hunger is urgent," Betinho used to say
Yes, your legacy is a reflection of my lessons
Without fearing tariffs and sanctions
As soon as sovereignty is established
No false myths, no amnesty

How much does hunger cost? How much does life matter?
Our last name is Brasil da Silva
It's worth a nation, it's worth a great story
In Niterói, love conquered fear
It's worth a nation, it's worth a great story
In Niterói, love conquered fear

Olé, olé, olé, olá
Another popular samba will be passing through this avenue
Olé, olé, olé, olá
Lula, Lula
Olé, olé, olé, olá
Another popular samba will be passing through this avenue
Olé, olé, olé, olá
Lula, Lula

Olé, olé, olé, olá
Lula, Lula
Olé, olé, olé, olá
Lula, Lula