Batucada surgiu

Batucada emerged,
Not a white person remained
Because to be white is to have color
And little love...
Sing love that is whiter
Than the smile of the black person
Who was born colorless
Full of love...
And keeps living, seeing life end
Crying so much for those who could never love
But life goes on
And it's necessary to samba
To make samba is to live, and not die...
The batucada emerged, not a white person remained
The batucada emerged, not a white person remained