Samba-Enredo 2025 - Salgueiro de Corpo Fechado

Hail, Mr. Zé, who lights up our hill
Extends his hat to those who call for help
Red and white in linen attire
It's me, a trickster with a closed body

Sorcerer, spellcaster, baptized in the gongá
Those who fear the spirits weren't born to demand
My ground is the house of magic
Whoever messes with Salgueiro settles the score in the ritual
Sorcerer, spellcaster, baptized in the gongá
Those who fear the spirits weren't born to demand
My ground is the house of magic
Whoever messes with Salgueiro settles the score in the ritual

Prepare the bowl, light the candle
Stand firm at the sentinel
Ask for blessings from grandpa
Make the cross and draw the chalk
Here comes Exu Pimenta and the legion of Xangô
There's herbs to smoke, I carry my amulet
I honor the souls that guide my path
It's mojubá, marabô, invoke the Moon
For the people of the crossroads won't leave me alone

I am the legacy of the malês, good mandingo and sly
I use the lightning stone to shield my day-to-day
In the pot, rue and rosemary, oh
Lead bullets against all cowardice

I have the faith that lives in the backlands
Of Lampião, the bandit
Like Moreno, I will live
Over a hundred years in my Salgueiro
I have the faith that lives in the backlands
Of Lampião, the bandit
Like Moreno, I will live
Over a hundred years in my Salgueiro

I’m a thorn like the flower of macambira
Evil eye can't reach me
Against the bad, the shaman's work to heal
There's always a prayer to save
The knot unties, freedom through the woods
And the mysteries of axé, my candomblé
Knocks down the enemy one by one
I have faith in the power of my counter-spirit

Hail, Mr. Zé, who lights up our hill
Extends his hat to those who call for help
Red and white in linen attire
It's me, a trickster with a closed body

Sorcerer, spellcaster, baptized in the gongá
Those who fear the spirits weren't born to demand
My ground is the house of magic
Whoever messes with Salgueiro settles the score in the ritual
Sorcerer, spellcaster, baptized in the gongá
Those who fear the spirits weren't born to demand
My ground is the house of magic
Whoever messes with Salgueiro settles the score in the ritual

Prepare the bowl, light the candle
Stand firm at the sentinel
Ask for blessings from grandpa
Make the cross and draw the chalk
Here comes Exu Pimenta and the legion of Xangô
There's herbs to smoke, I carry my amulet
I honor the souls that guide my path
It's mojubá, marabô, invoke the Moon
For the people of the crossroads won't leave me alone

I am the legacy of the malês, good mandingo and sly
I use the lightning stone to shield my day-to-day
In the pot, rue and rosemary, oh
Lead bullets against all cowardice

I have the faith that lives in the backlands
Of Lampião, the bandit
Like Moreno, I will live
Over a hundred years in my Salgueiro
I have the faith that lives in the backlands
Of Lampião, the bandit
Like Moreno, I will live
Over a hundred years in my Salgueiro

I’m a thorn like the flower of macambira
Evil eye can't reach me
Against the bad, the shaman's work to heal
There's always a prayer to save
The knot unties, freedom through the woods
And the mysteries of axé, my candomblé
Knocks down the enemy one by one
I have faith in the power of my counter-spirit

Hail, Mr. Zé, who lights up our hill
Extends his hat to those who call for help
Red and white in linen attire
It's me, a trickster with a closed body