Viradouro 2026 - Argentina Caetano

Let’s go, Ciça! The hurricane’s coming through
In the drummer, the spark in their eyes
Turning hope, gonna chase it again
The trophy for Viradouro

The rhythm of a past present
Conducts the samba in a different way
Old cradle of proud voices
Pantheon of legends
Where melodies reside
From Estácio comes the tradition
São Carlos roared like a lion
In a brilliant flash
Let them say what they want
This essence is the root of carnival
Procession in the moonlight
In the mangrove zone, the people's royalty
The boy grew up smiling
Danced, drummed, whistled Moacyr

Give me, give me, feel the groove of the beat
The gold medal’s gone wild
Rice and beans with a special touch
Oh, the flavor of the original kitchen

I want to recite
To the architect of the wandering sound
Noble maestro, of the immortal sections
Soared on the wings of their own fate
Invoke, master, sorcerer of ijexá
The drumline pulses to crown you
Come on the ride of the skull
Show the talent that you are
Whether you’re a scrappy player or a star
The crowd stands and cheers
Your well-deserved glory
Gratitude doesn’t fade, it eternalizes
Respect the living legend of the avenue