Tristeza Pé no Chão

I gave my tambourine a longing squeeze
I wet the cloth of the cuíca with my tears
I gave my waiting time for the appointment and sang
My life on the avenue without excitement

I gave my tambourine a longing squeeze
I wet the cloth of the cuíca with my tears
I gave my waiting time for the appointment and sang
My life on the avenue without excitement

Will keep the tradition
Go my block sadness and feet on the ground
Will keep the tradition
Go my block sadness and feet on the ground

I made the banner with my sorrows
I used your falseness as a highlight
From our disagreement I made my samba-enredo
In the old sound of my deaf I divided my verses

Will keep the tradition
Go my block sadness and feet on the ground
Will keep the tradition
Go my block sadness and feet on the ground

I put a mute on the tambourine's cymbals
I scheduled the last rehearsal on any corner
I stained the green hope of our flag
I set the parade date for Wednesday

Will keep the tradition
Go my block sadness and feet on the ground
Will keep the tradition
Go my block sadness and feet on the ground

Will keep the tradition
Go my block sadness and feet on the ground
Will keep the tradition
Go my block sadness and feet on the ground