A Batucada Dos Nossos Tantãs

Samba, we never lose the pleasure of singing
And they do everything to silence
The batucada of our drums

In its echoing, samba is reborn
Its song shines
We can smile again

Samba, eternal delirium of the composer
That is born from the soul, without skin, without color
With simplicity, not being vulgar

Making our joy its natural habitat
Samba flourishes from the depths of our backyard

This samba is for you
Who live to talk, to criticize
Wanting to show off, wanting to end
Our popular culture

It's beautiful to see
Samba running, to the other side
There is no border, to stop us
You don't samba, but you have to applaud