Somos Nós

Every samba that is born is enchantment
A brief moment waking up the country
Samba is a song of peace rocking the lament
One more shout reinforcing the root
Every samba that sprouts is the most beautiful flower
It's the rose spreading perfume in pain
Whenever a samba blossoms
Hope appears through the hands of the composer

And the samba presents itself
In the value of melodies
Rhymes that the poet invents
Pleasures and melancholies
How many hidden sorrows
In beautiful disguises and tricks
So many passions wrapped
By the magical beats

We are messengers of you
Mixture of madness and lucidity
We are everyone and each one
All places and no place
That's why when a samba adorns the voice
Applaud, for the samba is us