Samba-Enredo 2008 - Macapaba: Equinócio Solar, Viagens Fantásticas Ao Meio do Mundo
G.R.E.S. Beija-Flor de Nilópolis (RJ)
Samba-Enredo 2008 - Macapá: Solar Equinox, Fantastic Journeys to the Center of the World
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
My worth makes me shine
Illuminates my state of love
Community demands respect
Pound my chest, I’m Beija-Flor
My worth makes me shine
Illuminates my state of love
Community demands respect
Pound my chest, I’m Beija-Flor
It’s morning, fire’s glow under the sun of a new day
My talisman, my source of energy
Oh, goddess of my samba, the flower of Macapá
In the blue cloak of fantasy
Makes me stronger, far north
The sunlight lights up my soul
I’m gonna travel along the equator
Beauty radiates to the center of the world
The power of Mother Nature is Macapaba
The river kissing the sea
Meeting of the waters blurring my sight
Who was it, my God, that made poetry from clay?
Who made my Creator proud?
The Cunanis, Aristés, Maracás
There were ten, there were more from Amapá
Who was it, my God, that made poetry from clay?
Who made my Creator proud?
The Cunanis, Aristés, Maracás
There were ten, there were more from Amapá
One day sailing on the rivers of Tupã
The fantasy journey of the children of Canaan
The magic of the land attracted greed
Iberia rises in Brazil
The hand of Ianejar
In the fortress for the protection of life
In São José de Macapá
Shines Mairi, my favorite star
Moorish heritage in Mazagão
I take off my bamba hat and so
The Marabaixo falls to the zero mark in samba
Drums sound at the beat of the tamborim
My worth makes me shine
Illuminates my state of love
Community demands respect
Pound my chest, I’m Beija-Flor
My worth makes me shine
Illuminates my state of love
Community demands respect
Pound my chest, I’m Beija-Flor
It’s morning, fire’s glow under the sun of a new day
My talisman, my source of energy
Oh, goddess of my samba, the flower of Macapá
In the blue cloak of fantasy
Makes me stronger, far north
The sunlight lights up my soul
I’m gonna travel along the equator
Beauty radiates to the center of the world
The power of Mother Nature is Macapaba
The river kissing the sea
Meeting of the waters blurring my sight
Who was it, my God, that made poetry from clay?
Who made my Creator proud?
The Cunanis, Aristés, Maracás
There were ten, there were more from Amapá
Who was it, my God, that made poetry from clay?
Who made my Creator proud?
The Cunanis, Aristés, Maracás
There were ten, there were more from Amapá
One day sailing on the rivers of Tupã
The fantasy journey of the children of Canaan
The magic of the land attracted greed
Iberia rises in Brazil
The hand of Ianejar
In the fortress for the protection of life
In São José de Macapá
Shines Mairi, my favorite star
Moorish heritage in Mazagão
I take off my bamba hat and so
The Marabaixo falls to the zero mark in samba
Drums sound at the beat of the tamborim
My worth makes me shine
Illuminates my state of love
Community demands respect
Pound my chest, I’m Beija-Flor
My worth makes me shine
Illuminates my state of love
Community demands respect
Pound my chest, I’m Beija-Flor
