Samba-Enredo 2026 - Bembé

Don't ask me to silence my truth
'Cause our freedom doesn't depend on paper
In Santo Amaro, every May 13th
Our ancestry is celebrated under the sky
Hey, hey, João de Obá, sacred griot
Hey, hey, living legacy in the market
Singing, we honor our faith
The nations of Candomblé
Where peace and respect
Resonate in the rhythm of axé funfun
We fear no attack
We occupy the street by right

Put herbs to smoke
An offering to protect
Saraiéié Bokunan, Saraiéié
Our people are from the crossroads
Black art from the terreiro
It's a mix of culture
A crowd of practitioners

The people spin in the xirê, celebrating
Faith spreads in every corner, in every gaze
Magic overflows in the beat of the drum
To the Yabás, the basket and love
Yemanjá, alodê in the sea (in the sea)
It's Oxum's beauty in the land
It's prayer in the body, it's dance in the soul
The rose, the palm, the Omolocum
It's Dona Canô from every corner
I call upon the Baixada of All Saints

The atabaque echoed, freedom that resounds
This is gonna turn into a ritual

Let it spin, the street has turned into Bembé
Let it spin, the street has turned into Bembé
My Egbé makes its place known
Laroyê, Beija-Flor, alafiá