Samba-Enredo 2025 - À Flor da Terra – No Rio da Negritude Entre Dores e Paixões

Oya, Oya, Oya ê
Oya Matamba of kakoroká zingue
Oya, Oya, Oya ê ô
Oya Matamba of Kakoroká zingue ô

It's from arerê, the power of Matamba
The throne is hers, where samba reigns
It's from arerê, the power of Matamba
The throne is hers, where samba reigns

I am the voice of the ghetto, owner of the crowds
Matriarch of passions, Mangueira
The Bantu people who blossom in the alleyways
Proud to be favela
I am the voice of the ghetto, owner of the crowds
Matriarch of passions, Mangueira
The Bantu people who blossom in the alleyways
Proud to be favela

I am Luanda and Benguela
The pain that rebels, death and life on the ocean
Quilombola resistance
Of the young black ones from Angola
From Cabinda, suburban
A strong trunk on the hillside
Flower of Mangueira's land
Rebel from Santo Cristo who condemns
Mystery of ancestral calungas
Revealed by time down at the docks
And turned Rio into my little Africa

Ê malungo, who strikes the Congo drum
Preach macumba, dances jongo, sways in capoeira
Ê malungo, samba has stanched your blood
In green and pink, Zambi's nation is reborn

Shake the leafs to bless, Pembelê, Kaiango
Guide my camutuê, taught by Mãe Preta
Shake the leafs to bless, Pembelê, Kaiango
Guide my camutuê, taught by Mãe Preta

Forged by the chill
Of the law that branded me as a bum
Freed in the social senzala
Streetwise, troublemaker, marginal
In the gira, the game of ronda and lundu
Where life's school is zungu
I was an imminent risk
The target that the bullet insists on finding
Sorry to inform
A survivor

My sound, criticized by you
Always censored by high society
Took the city by storm
And today, on the streets
The trend is to be the cria
You want to imitate my moves
Bleach your hair like mine
And bow your head in my terreiro

It's from arerê, the power of Matamba
The throne is hers, where samba reigns
It's from arerê, the power of Matamba
The throne is hers, where samba reigns

I am the voice of the ghetto, owner of the crowds
Matriarch of passions, Mangueira
The Bantu people who blossom in the alleyways
Proud to be favela
I am the voice of the ghetto, owner of the crowds
Matriarch of passions, Mangueira
The Bantu people who blossom in the alleyways
Proud to be favela

I am Luanda and Benguela
The pain that rebels, death and life on the ocean
Quilombola resistance
Of the young black ones from Angola
From Cabinda, suburban
A strong trunk on the hillside
Flower of Mangueira's land
Rebel from Santo Cristo who condemns
Mystery of ancestral calungas
Revealed by time down at the docks
And turned Rio into my little Africa

Ê malungo, who strikes the Congo drum
Preach macumba, dances jongo, sways in capoeira
Ê malungo, samba has stanched your blood
In green and pink, Zambi's nation is reborn

Shake the leafs to bless, Pembelê, Kaiango
Guide my camutuê, taught by Mãe Preta
Shake the leafs to bless, Pembelê, Kaiango
Guide my camutuê, taught by Mãe Preta

Forged by the chill
Of the law that branded me as a bum
Freed in the social senzala
Streetwise, troublemaker, marginal
In the gira, the game of ronda and lundu
Where life's school is zungu
I was an imminent risk
The target that the bullet insists on finding
Sorry to inform
A survivor

My sound, criticized by you
Always censored by high society
Took the city by storm
And today, on the streets
The trend is to be the cria
You want to imitate my moves
Bleach your hair like mine
And bow your head in my terreiro

It's from arerê, the power of Matamba
The throne is hers, where samba reigns
It's from arerê, the power of Matamba
The throne is hers, where samba reigns

I am the voice of the ghetto, owner of the crowds
Matriarch of passions, Mangueira
The Bantu people who blossom in the alleyways
Proud to be favela
I am the voice of the ghetto, owner of the crowds
Matriarch of passions, Mangueira
The Bantu people who blossom in the alleyways
Proud to be favela

I am the voice of the ghetto, owner of the crowds
Matriarch of passions, Mangueira
The Bantu people who blossom in the alleyways
Proud to be favela
I am the voice of the ghetto, owner of the crowds
Matriarch of passions, Mangueira
The Bantu people who blossom in the alleyways
Proud to be favela
Proud to be favela
Proud to be favela