Tempos Idos
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Bygone Times
The times gone by, never forgotten
They bring back memories when remembering
It is with sadness that I remember
Remote things that no longer come
A school in Praça Onze
Eyewitness
And near it a scale
Where the scoundrels went to samba
Then, little by little, our samba
Without us feeling it, it improved
Through the halls of society
Without ceremony he entered
It no longer belongs to the Square
It's no longer samba from the terreiro
Victorious he departed
For abroad
And very well represented
Inspired by brilliant artists
Our samba, humble samba
It was from conquest to conquest
Managed to penetrate the Municipal
After traveling the entire universe
With the same appearance that left here
He performed for the Duchess of Kent at Itamaraty
The times gone by, never forgotten
They bring back memories when remembering
It is with sadness that I remember
Remote things that no longer come
A school in Praça Onze
Eyewitness
And near it a scale
Where the scoundrels went to samba
Then, little by little, our samba
Without us feeling it, it improved
Through the halls of society
Without ceremony he entered
It no longer belongs to the Square
It's no longer samba from the terreiro
Victorious he departed
For abroad
And very well represented
Inspired by brilliant artists
Our samba, humble samba
It was from conquest to conquest
Managed to penetrate the Municipal
After traveling the entire universe
With the same appearance that left here
He performed for the Duchess of Kent at Itamaraty
