Chame Gente

Ah! just imagine what a crazy mix this is
Joy, joy is the state we call Bahia
Of All Saints, charms and Axé, sacred and profane, the Bahian
It's carnival
From the corridor of history, Vitória, Lapinha, Caminho de Areia
Through the streets, through the veins, flows the blood and the wine, through the
mangrove, Pelourinho
On foot or by truck, faith cannot be missing, the carnival will pass
From Sé to Campo-Grande we are the Sons of Gandhi, of Dodô and
Osmar
That's why call, call, call, call people
So we complete each other, filling the square and the poet with joy
It's a true swarm, call people
So we complete each other, filling the square and the poet with joy
Ah!... the square and the poet.