De Volta Ao Samba

You thought I wouldn't come back, you thought
You got tired of waiting for me
Turn on the spotlight
Tune the tambourine
This is my place
I came

The weather changed, the salon closed
But I'll enter anyway
Turn on the spotlight
Tune the tambourine
This is my place
I came

I know I was an impostor
Hypocrite trying to deny your love
But let me at least be
For the last time your composer

Those who cheered in my hands
Won't let me go like this
Turn on the spotlight
Tune the tambourine
I need to tell you
I came
With the flower
Of the chords that you
Sang to me as they bloomed
Turn on the spotlight
Tune the tambourine
This is my place
I came

I was, without adding or subtracting
A poor spirit when disregarding your worth
But my samba, the trump card is yours
Because when once and for all
I leave
And silence embraces me
You will samba without me
Turn on the spotlight
Tune the tambourine
This is my place
I came