Samba-Enredo 2026 - A Nação do Mangue

Here comes the caboclo, heir of Zumbi
The nation is here
Doesn't bow to power
Listen, our people rise from the mud
Resistance that ignites
When the xequerê plays
Ghetto house! Ghetto house!
Our voice that won't be silenced
Drumming without fear for our rights, it's the beat of the drums
I’m also a crab by the creek
Gabiru works early, picking up the tide's trash

Manamauê maracatu
Saluba, hey Nanã Yabá!
Life is like the waters
It's not sweet like the river
Nor salty like the sea

Manamauê maracatu
Saluba, hey Nanã Yabá!
Life is like the waters
It's not sweet like the river
Nor salty like the sea

The banks have risen to the city
Between trunk and vine, rebellion ties a knot
Popular thought
Gramacho found Capibaribe
In a free world, I want to see you sing

Freire, teach an illiterate country
That didn't understand the manifesto
Of social consciousness
Chico, Manguebeat is in the streets
Caxias bought the fight
And turns it into carnival!

Respect the drums of my Ilê
Respect the rhythm of my ganzá
Ahead, the banner of my people
To raise a new time that makes us believe!

I’m from the mangrove, child of the periphery
On a stilt house, Grande Rio announced
The spearhead is Daruê
Fold the gonguê, the revolution has already begun!

I’m from the mangrove, child of the periphery
On a stilt house, Grande Rio announced
The spearhead is Daruê
Fold the gonguê, the revolution has already begun!

Here comes the caboclo, heir of Zumbi
The nation is here
Doesn't bow to power
Listen, our people rise from the mud
Resistance that ignites
When the xequerê plays
Ghetto house! Ghetto house!
Our voice that won't be silenced
Drumming without fear for our rights, it's the beat of the drums
I’m also a crab by the creek
Gabiru works early, picking up the tide's trash

Manamauê maracatu
Saluba, hey Nanã Yabá!
Life is like the waters
It's not sweet like the river
Nor salty like the sea

Manamauê maracatu
Saluba, hey Nanã Yabá!
Life is like the waters
It's not sweet like the river
Nor salty like the sea

The banks have risen to the city
Between trunk and vine, rebellion ties a knot
Popular thought
Gramacho found Capibaribe
In a free world, I want to see you sing

Freire, teach an illiterate country
That didn't understand the manifesto
Of social consciousness
Chico, Manguebeat is in the streets
Caxias bought the fight
And turns it into carnival!

Respect the drums of my Ilê
Respect the rhythm of my ganzá
Ahead, the banner of my people
To raise a new time that makes us believe!

I’m from the mangrove, child of the periphery
On a stilt house, Grande Rio announced
The spearhead is Daruê
Fold the gonguê, the revolution has already begun!

I’m from the mangrove, child of the periphery
On a stilt house, Grande Rio announced
The spearhead is Daruê
Fold the gonguê, the revolution has already begun!