Samba-Enredo 2024 - Pede Caju Que Dou... Pé de Caju Que Dá!
G.R.E.S. Mocidade Independente de Padre Miguel (RJ)
Samba-Enredo 2024 - Ask for Cashew I Give... Cashew Tree That Gives!
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Prepare your heart
Here comes the School of emotion
Here it comes
From the hottest beat, let the people taste
My cashew, my cashew tree
Asks for a smell and I give
The pure juice of the fruit of my love
This feverish delirium is sensual
Mocidade is the face of Brazil
My cashew, my cashew tree
Asks for a smell and I give
The pure juice of the fruit of my love
This feverish delirium is sensual
Mocidade is the face of Brazil
I want a tasty and fleshy batch
One that has content, the sin is to devour
It's like this motto verges on cannibalism
Swallow the glottis, poetry
Ask for cashew and you'll get
Native delight
Where I can sink my teeth
That doesn't end up as a seed
Not a bite remains
There Tupi, in the depths of nowhere
A quarrel turned into an open war
Tasted porã, tasted fruit from the tree
Got messy, Tamandaré
The honey drips, clear eyes get excited
If the pulp is like this, imagine the nut
Tasted porã, tasted fruit from the tree
Got messy, Tamandaré
The honey drips, clear eyes get excited
If the pulp is like this, imagine the nut
The nobility approved in other shores
It spread so easily, easily
And in this land, where size is a document
I will erect a monument to Mr. Luiz Inácio
In this battle there was trouble
Two arrows and, in the middle, a certain cunhã-poranga
Tarsila paints the modernist frenzy
Takes tradition off the track
Go, Debret, suck on that mango
It's Tropicália, tropicana, cashew juice
Through the intact retina, the star in the eye
Soft meat with Independent flavor
The hottest beat, let the people taste
My cashew, my cashew tree
Asks for a smell and I give
The pure juice of the fruit of my love
This feverish delirium is sensual
Mocidade is the face of Brazil
My cashew, my cashew tree
Asks for a smell and I give
The pure juice of the fruit of my love
This feverish delirium is sensual
Mocidade is the face of Brazil
I want a tasty and fleshy batch
One that has content, the sin is to devour
It's like this motto verges on cannibalism
Swallow the glottis, poetry
Ask for cashew and you'll get
Native delight
Where I can sink my teeth
That doesn't end up as a seed
Not a bite remains
There Tupi, in the depths of nowhere
A quarrel turned into an open war
Tasted porã, tasted fruit from the tree
Got messy, Tamandaré
The honey drips, clear eyes get excited
If the pulp is like this, imagine the nut
Tasted porã, tasted fruit from the tree
Got messy, Tamandaré
The honey drips, clear eyes get excited
If the pulp is like this, imagine the nut
The nobility approved in other shores
It spread so easily, easily
And in this land, where size is a document
I will erect a monument to Mr. Luiz Inácio
In this battle there was trouble
Two arrows and, in the middle, a certain cunhã-poranga
Tarsila paints the modernist frenzy
Takes tradition off the track
Go, Debret, suck on that mango
It's Tropicália, tropicana, cashew juice
Through the intact retina, the star in the eye
Soft meat with Independent flavor
The hottest beat, let the people taste
My cashew, my cashew tree
Asks for a smell and I give
The pure juice of the fruit of my love
This feverish delirium is sensual
Mocidade is the face of Brazil
My cashew, my cashew tree
Asks for a smell and I give
The pure juice of the fruit of my love
This feverish delirium is sensual
Mocidade is the face of Brazil
This feverish delirium is sensual
Mocidade is the face of Brazil
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
