Samba-Enredo 2022 - Empretecer o Pensamento É Ouvir a Voz da Beija-Flor

Mocambo of the enslaved is me, is me
I have the race that the gag did not silence
I raised my castle from the pillars of Cabana
Beija-Flor dynasty

The nobility of the court is of ebony
Has the same blood as yours
Raise your fist, demand equality
Bring back what History has hidden

The whip is gone and the lash succumbed
But you don't recognize what the Black built
The whip is gone and the lash succumbed
And my people still cry for the rifle bullets

Who is always searched is a hostage of accusation
Racism masked by false abolition
For a new birth, an uprising, a commitment
Removing thought from the service entrance

Verses for the cross, Conceição at the altar
Canindé, Jesus, oh, Clara!
Our Black people have magic in their words
From Brazil enchained to Brazil that does not remain silent

Verses for the cross, Conceição at the altar
Canindé, Jesus, oh, Clara!
Our Black people have magic in their words
I am the Brazil that does not remain silent

My Father Ogum, alongside Xangô
The Sword and the Law where faith shone
Under the Nagô tradition
The ghetto guild resisted

Nothing less than respect, don't come suffocate me
How many pains, how many lives will we have to pay for?
Each body an orixá, each skin a drum
Black art in counterattack

Sing, Beija-Flor, my place of speech
No more accepting the argument
Without master or slave quarters lives a sovereign people
Of blue blood, from Nilópolis

Mocambo of the enslaved is me, is me
I have the race that the gag did not silence
I raised my castle from the pillars of Cabana
Beija-Flor dynasty

The nobility of the court is of ebony
Has the same blood as yours
Raise your fist, demand equality
Bring back what History has hidden

The whip is gone and the lash succumbed
But you don't recognize what the Black built
The whip is gone and the lash succumbed
And my people still cry for the rifle bullets

Who is always searched is a hostage of accusation
Racism masked by false abolition
For a new birth, an uprising, a commitment
Removing thought from the service entrance

Verses for the cross, Conceição at the altar
Canindé, Jesus, oh, Clara!
Our Black people have magic in their words
From Brazil enchained to Brazil that does not remain silent

Verses for the cross, Conceição at the altar
Canindé, Jesus, oh, Clara!
Our Black people have magic in their words
I am the Brazil that does not remain silent

My Father Ogum, alongside Xangô
The Sword and the Law where faith shone
Under the Nagô tradition
The ghetto guild resisted

Nothing less than respect, don't come suffocate me
How many pains, how many lives will we have to pay for?
Each body an orixá, each skin a drum
Black art in counterattack

Sing, Beija-Flor, my place of speech
No more accepting the argument
Without master or slave quarters lives a sovereign people
Of blue blood, from Nilópolis

Mocambo of the enslaved is me, is me
I have the race that the gag did not silence
I raised my castle from the pillars of Cabana
Beija-Flor dynasty

Mocambo of the enslaved is me, is me
I have the race that the gag did not silence
I raised my castle from the pillars of Cabana
Beija-Flor dynasty

Oh, oh, oh, oh
(Hello, Brazil! Hello, world!)
(Carnival is back!)