Samba-Enredo 2019 - A Saliva do Santo e o Veneno da Serpente
G.R.E.S. Gaviões Da Fiel (SP)
Samba-Enredo 2019 - The Saint's Spit and the Snake's Venom
Saravá, saravá
Hail the holy warrior
And a candle to greet
My Patron Saint George
Saravá, saravá
Hail the holy warrior
And a candle to greet
My Patron Saint George
Yeah, my saint is strong
It's no use trying to sting me
I'm a Hawk and you better believe
I don't accept betrayal
And the snake's venom
I turn into seeds
It's tobacco in the plantation
Holy herb healed pains
Seduced with its flavors
Coffee and snuff in Paris
The nobility aspired
And became happier
I'm going, going to Bahia
Light up the flame
In Iáiá's yard
It's the force of magic
That gives me goosebumps
And spreads through the air
I'm going, going to Bahia
Light up the flame
In Iáiá's yard
It's the force of magic
That gives me goosebumps
And spreads through the air
Saravá, saravá
Hail the holy warrior
And a candle to greet
My Patron Saint George
Saravá, saravá
Hail the holy warrior
And a candle to greet
My Patron Saint George
Woman, woman, woman
Who saw you and who sees you now
What blurred got lost, turned into smoke
Freedom for you
It's a rare pleasure, taste of emotion
But don't overdo it, it's bad for the heart
It's a rare pleasure, taste of emotion
But don't overdo it, it's bad for the heart
Yeah, my saint is strong
It's no use trying to sting me
I'm a Hawk and you better believe
I don't accept betrayal
And the snake's venom
I turn into seeds
It's tobacco in the plantation
Holy herb healed pains
Seduced with its flavors
Coffee and snuff in Paris
The nobility aspired
And became happier
I'm going, going to Bahia
Light up the flame
In Iáiá's yard
It's the force of magic
That gives me goosebumps
And spreads through the air
I'm going, going to Bahia
Light up the flame
In Iáiá's yard
It's the force of magic
That gives me goosebumps
And spreads through the air
Saravá, saravá
Hail the holy warrior
And a candle to greet
My Patron Saint George
Saravá, saravá
Hail the holy warrior
And a candle to greet
My Patron Saint George
Woman, woman, woman
Who saw you and who sees you now
What blurred got lost, turned into smoke
Freedom for you
It's a rare pleasure, taste of emotion
But don't overdo it, it's bad for the heart
It's a rare pleasure, taste of emotion
But don't overdo it, it's bad for the heart
But don't overdo it, it's bad for the heart
But don't overdo it, it's bad for the heart
