Um Nó (part. Coletivo Candiero)

The internet's on fire
And the phone's a judge's gavel
Now everyone knows everything
And those who don’t speak up
(Ah, but that one doesn’t take a stand)

The internet's on fire
And the phone's a judge's gavel
Now everyone knows everything
And those who don’t speak up

It’s conclusions, opinions
But few are those who step out of the net and come here
In everyday life, it was my samba that saved us
And if it didn’t save, it made folks laugh

It’s in the rhythm of the bamba
That God’s voice sways
And come on
We had a knot in our throats
They said: Here, no one dances samba
For so long, that’s what I believed
But those who see God on the path
Have a different route and fate
Find each other, come together and sing like this

Our bodies sway
My Father blessed this dance
Announcing the day that’s to come
Brazil, Peru, and Argentina
It’s our Latin party
And He always wanted it to be this way