Paraíso do Tuiutí - Samba-Enredo 2018

Brother with light eyes or from Guinea
What will your worth be?
A poor market item
Sir, I don’t share your faith or your skin
I have red blood
The same that flows from the wound
Shows that life mourns for both of us
But your chest lacks a heart
When you gave me slavery and a plate of beans and rice
I was a servant, a slave, a haussá
I was a King Egbá trapped in chains
I suffered in the arms of a foreman
I died in the sugarcane fields where people were planted

Hey Calunga, hey! Hey Calunga!
An old black man told me
An old black man told me
Where the lady freedom resides
There’s no iron or overseer

Protection from Rosário to black Benedito
A shout like the skin of the drum
Made the news, written with tears
A rite, a struggle, a man of color
And so when the law was signed
A dazed moon watched fireworks in the sky
Golden like the flag’s gold
I went to pray at the waterfall against cruel kindness

My God! My God!
If I cry, don’t take it the wrong way
By the light of the lamp
Free the social bondage

I’m no slave to any master
My Paradise is my stronghold
My Tuiutí, the quilombo of the favela
Is the sentinel of liberation