Vamo de Pagodin (part. DJ GM e DJ WN)

Let's go for a little samba
Tap on the pandeiro and a sip of gin
Tears fall from the cavaquinho
Are you crying? It's the WN!
Samba of the hustler, dust rises from the foot
From the mulatta with silver sandals
The mermaid dancing for the pirates
The step of the black woman is different
The hearts of the guys race

Stop everything
Leave it to the bass drum percussion
More Brahma to cool off
Friday has arrived, hang up the cleats
Feijoada on the table and in the repertoire is folk art

Party high at sea, a toast to the true ones
May money never be lacking, if it is, we'll go get it
Let them talk, I'll say goodbye to the gossipers
Today we are the sailors, put the meat to roast

Let's go for a little samba