Feitiço da Vila

Those born in the Village
Don't even hesitate
To embrace the samba
That makes the branches dance
Of the trees and makes the Moon
Rise earlier

There, in Vila Isabel
Those who are graduates
Are not afraid of the samba
São Paulo gives coffee
Minas gives milk
And Vila Isabel gives samba

The village has a spell without flour
Without candle and without a penny
That does us good
Having the name of a princess
Turned the samba
Into a decent spell
That captivates us

The Sun of the Village is sad
Doesn't watch the samba
Because we beg
Sun, for God's sake
Don't come now
Or the brunettes
Will soon leave

I know everything I do
I know where I go
Passion doesn't destroy me
But, I have to say
Modesty aside
Gentlemen
I am from the Village!