Samba-Enredo 2026 - Pra Cima, Ciça!

If I'm gonna die of love, let it be in samba
I'm Viradouro, where art made me shine
We don't wait for nostalgia to sing
From the master of masters, I inherited the drum

(If I'm gonna die of love) if I'm gonna die of love, let it be in samba
I'm Viradouro, where art made me shine
We don't wait for nostalgia to sing
From the master of masters, I inherited the drum

(I saw, I saw) I saw life pulse like a song
Millions of beats to make it last
In every beat of my heart (of my heart)
The sound that reflects your rhythm

(There) there, where samba was born, from the top of the hill
A boy makes Ismael proud, a wild child
(Forged in the claws) forged in the claws of the old lion
(They say, they say) they say in the square of Estácio
The destiny in your step (the destiny in your step)
That little by little, made a flame ignite
Bringing surdo, tarol, and repique for the master to conduct

When the whistle blows, it feels like magic
On a country train, in the gaze of the baiana
Gold medal, perfect swing
That marks the heart of the samba school

When the whistle blows, it feels like magic (feels like magic)
On a country train (on a country train), in the gaze of the baiana (in the gaze of the baiana)
Gold medal, perfect swing
That marks the heart of the samba school

If life is a story, it paraded other loves
The maestro made a symphony from the leather
In the boldness of his drums
(Hello, my master Ciça!)

Perfect piece to complete me
Sorcerer of evocations
Atabaque called you here
To throw dust in the macumba

Up high, the box of Moacyr will endure
Legacy of master Caveira
(Oh, it's me, it's me) I'm just another drummer pulsing for you (pulsing for you)
Ciça, gratitude for the lessons I could learn
(And today, and today) and today, at your feet
We're all one on this avenue
(In a hurricane) in a hurricane that will never end
Our story finds no goodbye

If I'm gonna die of love, let it be in samba
I'm Viradouro, where art made me shine
We don't wait for nostalgia to sing
From the master of masters, I inherited the drum

If I'm gonna die of love (if I'm gonna die of love), let it be in samba
I'm Viradouro (I'm Viradouro), where art made me shine
We don't wait for nostalgia to sing
From the master of masters, I inherited the drum

(Ah, I saw) I saw life pulse like a song
Millions of beats to make it last (to make it last)
In every beat of my heart (of my heart)
The sound that reflects your rhythm

(There, it was there) there, where samba was born, from the top of the hill
A boy makes Ismael proud, a wild child
Forged in the claws of the old lion
(They say, they say, they say) they say in the square of Estácio
The destiny in your step
(That little by little) that little by little, made a flame ignite
(Bringing surdo, tarol, and repique for the master to conduct) bringing surdo, tarol, and repique for the master to conduct

(Oh) when the whistle blows, it feels like magic
On a country train, in the gaze of the baiana
Gold medal, perfect swing
That marks the heart of the samba school

When the whistle blows, it feels like magic
On a country train (on a country train), in the gaze of the baiana (in the gaze of the baiana)
Gold medal (gold medal), perfect swing
That marks the heart of the samba school

If life is a story, (it paraded, it paraded) it paraded other loves
(Now the maestro) the maestro made a symphony from the leather (made a symphony from the leather)
In the boldness of his drums

(Perfect piece) perfect piece to complete me
Sorcerer of evocations (hey, hey, hey)
Atabaque called you here
To throw dust in the macumba

Up high, the box of Moacyr will endure
Legacy of master Caveira
(It's me, it's me, it's me) I'm just another drummer pulsing for you

Ciça, gratitude for the lessons I could learn
And today, at your feet
We're all one on this avenue
(In a hurricane) in a hurricane that will never end
Our story finds no goodbye

(If I'm gonna die of love) if I'm gonna die of love, let it be in samba
I'm Viradouro, where art made me shine (where art made me shine)
We don't wait for nostalgia to sing
From the master of masters, I inherited the drum

(If I'm gonna, if I'm gonna die of love) if I'm gonna die of love, let it be in samba (let it be in samba)
I'm Viradouro, where art made me shine ([?] president)
We don't wait for nostalgia to sing
From the master of masters, I inherited the drum
From the master of masters, I inherited the drum
From the master of masters, I inherited the drum

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