Canta Canta, Minha Gente
Martinho da Vila
Sing Sing, My People
Sing Sing, my People.
Leave the sadness behind.
Sing loud, sing high,
Life will get better.
Life will get better.
Life will get better.
Life will get better.
Life will get better.
Sing the circle samba,
The samba-song and the torn samba.
Sing the break samba,
The modern samba and the square samba.
Sing the ciranda, the frevo,
The côco, maxixe, baião and xaxado,
But don't sing about that pretty girl,
Because she's with her husband by her side.
Sing Sing, my People.
Leave the sadness behind.
Sing loud, sing high,
Life will get better.
Life will get better.
Life will get better.
But life will get better.
Life will get better.
Who sings drives away their troubles
Up on the hill
Or dancing on the asphalt.
I sing the samba-enredo,
A slow samba and a high partido.
It's been a long time since I've heard
That syncopated samba.
I just can't sing
While watching the sun rise square.
Sing Sing, my People.
Leave the sadness behind.
Sing loud, sing high,
Life will get better.
Life will get better.
Life will get better.
But I said: It will get better.
Life will get better.
Well, it will get better.
Life will get better.
But will it really get better?
Life will get better.
I better get going.
Life will get better.
Life will get better.
